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Shattered Darkness	By : BeyondTheBlade Category: G through L > Glee Views: 7469 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Shattered Darkness
In this chapter, Kurt gets pushed even deeper into Blaine's world, and learns a few new things in the process... but it might not be entirely bad. Then. Blaine finds out a little about Kurt's own past, and he discovers something that just might cause him to regret his actions.
Enjoy!

It had been five days since the close call with Drew, and Kurt was endlessly thankful that he had yet to see the man again.
Even so, the younger boy did his best to stick close to his "Master's" side. He was puzzled by how Blaine had stepped in to not only save him, but comfort him afterwards. He didn't really talk, and had just sort of sat there, holding him.
It probably wasn't a good thing that that made him feel safe.
But he did. For the past several nights after he fell asleep, he would wake up in the morning curled up into the man's side.
At first he had been too scared to even leave the bedroom, and Blaine would bring him food and stand there while he ate it - to make sure he ate. He eventually convinced Kurt to come out on the condition that he would stay with him to make sure nothing happened.
Everything was calm, quiet... it was sort of nice. He never had that sort of peace at school. He was either practicing in the club (which he loved of course), or defending himself from bullies.
He still planned to talk to Blaine about letting him go, he was just waiting for the right time. It didn't escape his notice that the man hadn't tried anything with him after the first time - maybe because he knew how jumpy Kurt was after the attack?
Maybe now that Blaine had gotten what he wanted out of Kurt he would have no need to keep him anymore? That's what the teen had been hoping for.
At least he was, until one morning...

As soon as Kurt returned to the bedroom with Blaine after breakfast so he could shower and change clothes, he felt something was different.
Glancing at the man out of the corner of his eye, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, so he shrugged it off. He stepped into the bathroom, stripped off his clothes and stepped under the nice, hot shower.
He didn't expect Blaine to still be there when he got out, and instinctively tightened the white silk robe around him.
"Is anything wrong?" He knew there was something wrong when the man didn't immediately answer him. Instead, Blaine stood from where he had been sitting on the bed and walked over, brushing the boy's damp hair from his face, seeming pleased when he didn't cringe back like he so often had.
He tucked a dark chestnut lock behind Kurt's ear, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.
Pulling away after a moment, he said something that turned the teenager's blood into ice, "It's time to begin your training, Pet."

Kurt's hands were shaking as he was led down the hallway, fear causing his throat to nearly close up, making it difficult to breathe properly.
Training.
He didn't know what exactly that entailed but he knew it wasn't going to be pleasant.
It was chilly, given that fact that his hair was still wet and he hadn't been given the opportunity to get dressed. The cold but confident way Blaine was behaving was nothing like how warm he'd been the past few days. It was llike he was two different people.
When they finally stopped after taking numerous twists and turns around the huge residence, Kurt noticed the difference in the area. Rather than the door being a smooth, glossy wood like the rest, it appeared to be entirely of metal.
It didn't make him feel better when Blaine moved to unlock it with a key he retrieved from his pocket. He quickly opened it and then ushered his kidnappe into the room, pulling the door closed behind him.
Kurt glanced up from where his eyes had been timidly focused on the floor, and his eyes widened in shock.
What... the... hell?
The room was unlike anything he'd ever seen. It was painted a deep blue with chains hanging from the ceiling. The walls were covered with strange items that ranged from adult...things, to what looked supsiciously like power tools. There was a lab-like metal table with four point restraints on it, a large wooden X in the corner, and a bed topped with satiny sheets and pillows with an ornate frame.
There was another door that was shut, but it was entirely windowless.
In other words, the room was frightening.
Feeling a mixture of dread and confusion rush through him, Kurt slowly turned around to ask him what exactly was going on, but the dark, almost primal look in his eyes made him pause.
"Strip."
Kurt was pretty sure his mouth dropped open in surprise, but he still (somewhat) managed to ask him, "What?"
Blaine sneered at him, "Are you deaf, or just stupid? Take it off."
Looking quickly around the room, feeling more horrified than before, Kurt quickly shook his head, "No, I-"
Thwack!
The boy recoiled, bringing his hand to his already bruised cheek, stunned, though he really shouldn't have been.
"You do not have the right to say no." The man told him icily, stepping towards him and before the teenager could react, the plain white robe was ripped from him, leaving him bare and trembling, but not from the cold. A blush rose on his face before he could stop it, "Blaine, please-"
This time he was hit so hard it knocked him to the ground, bringing tears to his eyes at the shocking force behind it.
"When we are in this room, you will not refer to me by my given name, Pet. You will call me Master or Sir, any disobedience will be met with swift punishment, is that understood?"
Kurt merely stared at him, wide-eyed, until Blaine raised his hand, and he quickly blurted out, "Yes Master!" Embarrassment washed over him at having to call someone he barely knew that. It was...degrading, in a way.
The Dom lowered his hand, but didn't relax his posture any, "Stand up." He said firmly.
The teen quickly scrambled to his feet, attempting to cover himself. He was incredibly and self conscious about his body, it didn't matter that Blaine had already seen him naked before.
"Stop that."
He immediately did so, his cheeks were bright red at this point, he could feel it. The fact that he was quite pale-skinned only made it more obvious.
Blaine stepped around him, but he stayed still in case the man got mad, or at least he tried to. He didn't like being gawked at so openly, so when Blaine ran his fingers down the skin of his back, he flinched, just a little, unable to help it.
Blaine didn't punish him for it, however. Instead, his tone was inquisitive, "What are these from?"
The boy stiffened. He knew exactly what his Master was asking him about. He had scars all over his back, some criss-crossing, some older than others. They weren't extremely visible, but if you looked closely enough under direct light, you could spot them.
When Kurt didn't immediately answer, the man came back into view, looking at him closely, "Pet?" his tone gave nothing away, yet his eyes seemed warmer. At least he didn't seem angry. "Where did you get these scars?"
"School." He blurted out quickly, which was basically true. He had recieved them at McKinley. When Blaine arched an eyebrow at the somewhat vague answer, he looked down. The brunette hated to talk about them.
"Kids would, um... well, mostly the jocks, but they...they would throw me in the dumpster at school, sometimes. Most often they just...shoved me into lockers... too hard." He decided not to mention the first time the former had happened, he had sprained his wrist and ankle trying to jump out after the bullies had left him alone.
Blaine reached his hand up, and Kurt flinched, but the man merely pushed some hair out of his face, before running his thumb down the side of his neck, curiously, "And this?"
"Oh... I had lymph node surgery, when I was nine."
"What about the one on your knee?"
This was more embarrassing than the others. "I, uh... I tried to ride a skateboard." He admitted, and he could swear that the dark-haired man nearly cracked a smile at that.
After apparently realizing that the brunette had no more scars to be examined and questioned, Blaine stepped back went silent for a moment, as if pondering something.
Whatever it was, he hoped it wasn't anything bad.
After a few seconds, the Dom looked over again, "Go stand in front of the table and put your hands on it."
Nervously, Kurt complied to the order, shivering at how cold the metal was beneath his fingertips. The next order caused him to have a minor panic attack though.
"Bend over and spread your legs."
He stiffened, chewing his lower lip. He really didn't want to, but his mind was quickly changed when he felt Blaine's bare hand smack hard against the cheek of his ass, causing him to yelp and jump slightly.
"Do as I tell you, Pet, my patience is wearing thin."
Blinking back tears of humiliation, Kurt bent over the table, shivering when the cold metal came in contact with his naked skin. He put his head on his arms, so he didn't have to see the things around him, and opened his legs, face burning with shame.
Behind him, he could hear Blaine opening something, and the sound made him squeeze his eyes closed tightly. He knew what was coming and it scared him.
Despite expecting it, Kurt still jumped a little when he felt two wet, slippery fingers circling his hole, before pushing in completely.
"Ah!" He couldn't stifle the sound, the lubricant was cold and the stretch, although not painful, still caused quite a bit of discomfort.
Blaine wasn't taking his time with this at all. He was far less gentle and the orders he was barking out made him feel like an animal.
Why had he been so nice to him this past week then if these were his intentions all along?
He didn't get a chance to ponder it further, because he could feel the fingers twisting around inside of him and it was unbelievably distracting. He tried not to think about it, but it was hard, especially considering each thrust of the digits made his body react favorably without his consent, sending warm tingles of pleasure through his body.
He was shuddering and panting by the time the 'foreplay', he supposed it was called, had ended.
Then he was being spun around, and Blaine looked down, meeting his eyes, and there was something close to a smile on his face when he noticed the way Kurt's pupils were dilated, his irises dark and barely visible despite the fact that he so obviously didn't want to enjoy himself.
The man handed his teenaged pet something,
"Go kneel on the bed."

Kurt flinched as Blaine ran the end of the cowhide leather riding crop down over his trembling back. He didn't want to be hit by it again. It badly stung and his skin was already red and bruised.
This was hell.
He should have just done what Blaine had asked of him, then he wouldn't have to go through this "punishment", but it had been so embarrassing.
He'd told the teenager to lay back on the bed and touch himself, while he watched. The idea was absolutely humiliating. He had blushed and stubbornly refused, even when he was backhanded again.
If it was just getting hit by the stupid leather crop it might not have been so bad. Kurt had been beaten before, particularly in middle school when the kids started figuring out the differences between them, so he had a high pain tolerance despite the fact that he was rather...jumpy.
But Blaine didn't want to beat him, he had explained that very carefully, he wasn't a total sadist, and he didn't want to cause him pain just for fun. He wanted to break Kurt so he would follow any order.
But this was too much, and the man was starting to see that.
"M-Master... please!" Kurt begged out, struggling to form words, let alone a coherent sentence. Still, he tried his best. "I-I... Hah...a-ah! I can't take it anymore!"
The boy was squirming around helplessly, his breath coming out in harsh pants. His Master wasn't giving him any breaks just for being new and inexperienced.
He'd endured intense sexual stimulation for over an hour now, and it was starting to break him down. He felt hot all over, unbearably so, his muscles quivered and his hair was soaked with sweat, sticking to the back of his neck, but none of that mattered at the moment because he couldn't even think straight.
Blaine had him on the bed, sitting perched on his knees, fingers gripping desperately onto the iron headboard to which he was currently handcuffed. There was an audible buzzing sound in the room, coming room the thick, plastic vibrator the man had shoved inside of him. It was driving him wild, but he couldn't get rid of the throbbing ache because he'd also put a special ring around his cock, preventing him from climaxing.
The brunette was trembling badly, letting out soft whines and moans as his hips rocked back and forth involuntarily, not that it did anything for him. The sex toy was lodged so deep inside of him he couldn't shake it out, and shifting only caused it to brush over an area that made him sob.
"I told you, Pet," Blaine taunted cheerily, a small smirk on his face as he watched the boy become more and more desperate under the all-consuming lust that burned through him, "You can have your release whenever you please. But you have to reach it yourself. Just tell me and I will free your hands."
Kurt shook his head hard, a whimper tearing from him when he felt the end of the crop brush against his entrance briefly before pulling away, dragging over his thighs teasing. "N-No... Please, Master. D-Don't make me..."
"Mm. Perhaps I should leave you here for a couple of hours? Maybe you would enjoy being alone to contemplate your choice more?"
Even though the teenager couldn't see him from this position, he somehow knew Blaine was walking towards the door, and it finally made him cry out, "Okay! I'll do it!" Tears fell quickly down his face at this admission of defeat.
There was no verbal reply, but a few seconds later, and his Master was by his side, reaching out to unlock the cuffs binding him to the bedframe.
Kurt would have paused to rub his sore, bruised wrists once they were free, but he couldn't be bothered, because the overwhelming desire that he was drowning it seemed to get stronger by the second. He flung his arms around Blaine's neck, kissing him desperately which shocked the fuck out of them both.
He barely had a moment to wonder what the hell had gotten into him, because he was begging, "Master... P-Please, touch me." The way his voice had deepened was new, it sounding dark and seductive and everything that the he obviously wasn't. "I-nnng... Can't..."
Stunned by how quickly the teen had broke down, Blaine had to remind himself that up until a few days ago, Kurt had been a virgin. Beautiful, pure, innocent and warm. The offer was... inticing, but he wasn't one to give up.
Instead, he pulled away and took a step back, ignoring the pleading look on Kurt's face, "Touch yourself, Pet. I won't do it for you."
"C-Can you at least take them o-ah-off?" he stuttered out.
"No. Now quit stalling." Blaine crossed his arms over his chest, watching the boy swallow and squirm on the bed, for more reason than just the sex toy embedded in his ass.
Then, he sighed, "I...I don't..." He was getting even more flustered, if that was possible.
Ah, maybe that was the problem? He was embarrassed of taking directions, yet he didn't know how to proceed on his own? He shouldn't have been surprised, Kurt was such a good boy, despite his defiance, of course he had never touched himself before.
"Lay down on your back," Blaine commanded, his tone a fraction softer, "Open your legs and bend your knees, it will be easier that way."
Panting hard, Kurt complied immediately, though he did have a difficult time keeping still. "That's right, now take your cock in one hand, give it a few tugs - gently, rub the tip with your thumb, it'll feel good, don't worry."
Kurt did as he was told, eyes squeezed shut tightly while he chewed his lower lip. He reached down the expanse of his body, gasping quietly as he wrapped his fingers carefully around his erection, whimpering as he stroked it a couple of times, shivering at how good it felt, resisting the urge to just pull off the cock ring.
As he focused on this task it became easier to ignore the maddening device within him that seemed to chip away at his sanity. He ran his tongue over his lips, wetting them as he moved his wrist clumsily, but quickly.
He listened as Blaine walked him through it, feeling less and less hesitant about this no matter how awkward it was.
It was going well.
That is until...

Something was wrong.
It took Blaine a few minutes to notice the change in Kurt's behavior. It seemed to be going great. The sight was absolutely delicious - he was spread out on the bed, stark naked, small gasps and shaky moans tearing past his lips as he arched his back, his hand pumping more and more quickly. He'd just been about to tell him he could go ahead and remove the restrictive item, when he saw the difference.
Kurt was no longer panting with pleasure, he was whimpering, but not in a good way. He sounded almost...frightened. His free hand was gripping the bedsheet like a safety blanket, and he had his eyes shut so tight it must have been hurting. If not, then the fact that he'd bitten his lower lip so hard a trickle of blood was leaking from it had to have.
Then, a sob tore from his throat.
Not one of ecstasy either. This sound was all wrong, it meant something else. Blaine watched Kurt open his eyes just long enough to see the tears there and realize that his shaking was no long from lust, but sheer terror.
Before he knew what was happening, the leather crop had fallen from his fingers onto the floor and he was rushing over to the bed, pulling Kurt into his arms as the teenager's shaking became more prominent.
His eyes were wide open but it looked like he wasn't seeing anything in front of him, they were glassy and unfocused, but completely petrified.
The man was more than a bit panicked - was the boy having a seizure?!
"Kurt? Kurt!" Thinking (or hoping) the kid might have just been over-done from the stimulation, Blaine reached down to remove the vibrator, becoming more alarmed when the teenager bucked in his arms and more tears ran down his cheeks. He wiped the sweaty hair from his face.
"Hang on, I got you, I got you." he soothed, slipping his hand between the boy's legs to gently tug the ring off of his cock, watching as his breathing sped up at the touch, and he squirmed back and forth, like he couldn't decide whether to move closer or try to get away.
"Hold on." Blaine curled his hand expertly around his pet's member, giving a few long, slow strokes.
That was all it took.
With a strangled cry, Kurt thrashed in Blaine's arms, shaking with the overwhelming intensity of his release.
But to the man's surprise (and dismay), the tears only fell faster once Kurt had finished. He let out a sob that was nearly heart-breaking, curling up into the man's embrace, completely ignoring how terrified he had been of him earlier.
"Kurt, what is it? What's wrong?" Blaine, loath though he was to admit that he still had a heart (sort of), was now quite worried that he had pushed the boy too far. This was the first time he had ever 'trained' someone as naive and inexperienced as Kurt.
"I-I remember," Kurt choked out, burying his face into his hands as he cried harder, "I remember everything. It really happened."
"What - what do you remember?" Blaine found it strange that, though he barely knew this boy, he was holding him and stroking his hair, trying to calm him.
Kurt looked up at the man with blue eyes that looked so sad and scared it was pitful. Then he said something that almost gave Blaine a heart attack, "T-the man that molested me, my second grade teacher!" He sobbed brokenly into the raven-haired man's chest.

I know, I know, how uncessarily dramatic, but I love being mean to poor Kurtie and I know you do too, sickos, lol. Next up, some bonding (unfortunately not related to bondage) between the two would-be-lovers. You'll find out more information (though you can probably guess) in the next chapter.
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