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One Year a Slave	By : TB-Blackwell Category: G through L > Glee Views: 7145 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-One Year a Slave
- 1
Written for a GKM prompt: http://glee-kink-meme.livejournal.com/50716.html?thread=64209692#t64209692
Chapter One
Kurt rose with difficulty. It had been three months since his nightmarish encounter with Sebastian, and he still wasn't quite used to the feeling of his obscenely small penis or inflated balls. Walking, standing... even sitting still had become more difficult than before. The one consolation he had was that, now school was finished, he didn't have to see his friends and former bullies every day.

"Kurt?" Burt's voice echoed up the stairs. "You awake, kid? You need to get ready for work!"

He closed his eyes slowly. Working at his dad's garage wasn't exactly how he'd pictured his post-school life. With a quiet groan, he pulled on his mercifully loose overalls and walked downstairs.

"Morning," he mumbled as he entered the kitchen, reaching for a cereal box. Finn was still in bed and Carol had gone to work earlier that morning, so the two were alone for breakfast. Kurt hated that. Too often, Burt would try to ask awkward questions about why he'd broken up with Blaine, or when he was planning on seeing his friends. In some ways, it was a relief that NYADA had rejected him: at least his dad could chalk his odd behaviour up to depression.

"You don't usually sleep this late," Burt observed after a few minutes of silence. Kurt's father had, for once, found himself a healthy breakfast without the arm-twisting of his wife or son.

Kurt shrugged.

"Work starts at 9, I get up at 8.30. Seems okay."

"Well, yeah, but I thought you liked to, you know... do your hair and stuff."

Kurt smiled a little, poking his cereal with a spoon.

"I'm working in a garage for 9 hours. Does it matter how I look?"

Burt frowned, but said nothing. It wasn't until Kurt had finished his breakfast that the older man spoke up.

"You know, Kurt, I put a bit of money aside for you to go to college."

"I know," Kurt acknowledged. "I was thinking I'd reapply to start in January-"

"What about until then? You can't stay here for 6 months, doing nothing."

Kurt swallowed nervously. Did he mean-?

Burt rolled his eyes.

"I mean, obviously you can. But that doesn't mean you should. I know you're still upset about not getting into NYADA, but that doesn't mean you have to stick around the house forever. Go travelling. See New York, or Paris. You know, pick up some cute French boy."

Kurt ignored the twinge in his stomach at the thought of his ruined sex life and smiled a bit.

"I'll think about it, dad," he promised. He would, too. Maybe travelling a bit would distract him.

Burt smiled in relief and grabbed his keys.

"You're a good kid," he told his son, who tried to believe him.
-
Kurt stretched and stepped outside. He had an hour break for lunch and a new edition of Vogue to leaf through, after all. There was no queue at the Lima Bean, so he was able to get his order and find a seat in a matter of minutes.

The voice that cut across his reading turned his stomach to ice.

"Kurt?" God, he had the gall to sound amused, as though Kurt's continued existence was a source of entertainment to him.

Slowly, he replaced his coffee, turned and glared.

"Sebastian," he responded coolly.

The other boy, looking odd outside his Dalton uniform, slipped into the opposite seat, leering.

"I heard you didn't come out in public these days."

"Maybe you're special," Kurt quipped, but his heart wasn't really in it. Honestly, wasn't it bad enough that Sebastian had won? Did he really have to gloat, too?

"I have to say, I love the new look," there was an edge of hidden laughter in his voice. "I'd say you'd turned into a real man, but, then..."

Suddenly, Kurt was icily furious.

"What do you want Sebastian? Because, honestly? Every second you're here is a second closer to me throwing coffee in your face."

"If you want me to grow your spine enough to permanently disable you, you can do just that," was the cold response.

Hands shaking, Kurt settled. Mangled anatomy was bad enough - he badly didn't want to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

"What do you want?" he repeated, voice dull. Sebastian was right - he was the one in control here.

"It's not about what I want," he replied. "What do you want?"

Kurt was in no mood to play games. He kept his answer straight forward.

"I want you to fix me."

"Of course you do," Sebastian empathised. "Now we get to what I want. What would you do to persuade me to put you back."

Sex, Kurt interpreted. Sebastian hadn't seemed too interested in using him like that when he'd kidnapped him, but it made a sort of twisted sense. What else would a mind like Sebastian's want?

"Anything," he replied, hollow. "You already know that."

Sebastian studied Kurt, eyes trailing over the baggy overalls, pulled down to his waist, the plain white t-shirt, the unstyled hair.

"A year."

Kurt frowned. What was that supposed to mean?

"A year of what?"

"Of your life." It was so blunt, so simple.

"You can do that?" he asked, confused. "Take off a year of someone's..."

He trailed off as Sebastian laughed.

"God Kurt, you're really slow sometimes you know?" His tone sounded almost fond. "A year, Kurt. You spend a year with me."

"Like, as a boyfriend?" Now he was just bewildered. Sebastian hated him, didn't he?

"Not exactly," the smile widened, worryingly. "A year of you doing what I tell you to do. No hesitation, no questions, no arguing. A year of your total, unwavering obedience."

Kurt was beginning to feel sick, but had to continue.

"What sorts of things?" He had a feeling he knew already, but his mind refused to accept it properly.

"Oh, you know, housework and stuff. Maybe groceries." Sebastian rolled his eyes. "What do you think, Kurt?"

Kurt felt himself redden.

"That... You're sick."

"You hadn't figured that out already?" Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "The truth is, I considered doing this to Blaine. Those big brown eyes looking up at me, waiting for orders..." his eyes fluttered shut in imagined pleasure. "But there was something too compliant about him, you know?"

Kurt's glare would have frozen the breath of a lesser man. Sebastian laughed.
"See, now that's a bit more interesting. I'd love watching the fight leave those eyes just a little, day by day, until you were completely mine."

Kurt's hands were shaking now. How could this conversation be happening?

"If I ever get the chance to kill you-"

"Then you can spend the rest of your life in prison with prisoners who are just dying to see the interesting junk of their new cellmate." That stiletto smile had returned.

"What would I tell everyone?" Kurt whispered, knowing that he'd lost. He just couldn't live like this forever. A year of hell and he'd be back to normal, right?

Sebastian patted his hand sympathetically.

"We'd think of something. Write down your address and cell number here," he changed topic abruptly, passing Kurt a notebook.

Kurt stared at it for almost a minute before complying. It felt like signing over his soul. Wordlessly, he handed it back to Sebastian, who suddenly grabbed his hand. Kurt forced himself to hold still as the other boy pressed it to his lips, green eyes sparkling in amusement.

"You'll hear from me in a few days," he promised, getting to his feet. "Once I've made a few arrangements."

Kurt could only nod. He didn't trust his voice.

"Oh, and Kurt?" He almost jumped - Sebastian was whispering right in his ear. "From now on, I expect you to call me master."

He refused to turn and let Sebastian see the look on his face. His chest had tightened, he was sure tears were about to spill over and he was so, so angry.

What had he just agreed to?
-
Almost a week passed before he heard back from Sebastian. For 5 days, he trailed to work and back in near, dejected silence. He knew he was worrying his dad and Carol - even Finn had noticed the change in his step brother - but it was impossible to act differently. He had agreed, actually consented, to a year of being used as Sebastian Smythe's... pet.

He wasn't sure if he'd ever be able to look at himself in the mirror again. Still, the knowledge of what Sebastian had done to his body sent waves of revulsion through him, even months later. He just couldn't spend the rest of his life like this.

A knock on his bedroom door interrupted his brooding.

"Come in," he called, and the door opened, admitting Carol.

"Hey Kurt," she spoke softly, as though he was ill. God, what was doing to his own family?

"Hi," he mumbled back, guilt surging through him. He hated worrying Carol.

"The post just came through," she held up a large brown envelope, smiling. "This looks interesting."

Frowning, Kurt took the package. The address on the front was printed and formal looking.

Mouth dry - it was obvious who had sent this - he opened the envelope and read the enclosed letter quickly.

Dear Mr Hummell,

I'm delighted to inform you that your application for the Halo Magazine Internship was successful. Please find enclosed details of the magazine, your job role, payment ...

Kurt read on, amazed. No wonder Sebastian had taken so long in getting back to him - putting this together must have taken days. Kurt's hands began to shake as he checked the 'office address': Chicago. He was going to go with Sebastian to a city hundreds of miles away and spend a year as a...

"Kurt?" Carol rested a hand on his, concerned. "Are you okay? What is it?"

Wordless, he handed her the letter. She read it, astonished.

"Halo magazine? I haven't heard of them!"

"Neither had I until I applied," he found himself lying. "I think they're Chicago-based? Not the best magazine in the world. They were... they were a backup. A way to spend the year if NYADA..."

He let his voice trail off. He didn't know anyone in Chicago. The only person he knew he'd see every day was the person he loathed the most. The person who had mutilated his genitals for fun

"Well, you have to take it," Carol's voice was matter-of-fact. "Backup or not, this is an amazing opportunity, Kurt."

He remained silent, willing himself not to cry. He'd have to lie to everyone he knew. Again.

"You're right," he said, voice quiet. "It's my best shot."

Carol misinterpreted the quaver in his voice and rushed downstairs to tell Burt. Kurt picked up the letter once more, hand shaking. It was official, then.
It was amazing how quickly the next few days passed. His dad looked up the website provided and Kurt was astonished to see that Halo was, in fact a real magazine. There was an option to apply, but no contact details aside from an email address. Stills from the magazine on the website were incredibly vague and non-helpful, though it seemed easy enough to buy a subscription. Sebastian had chosen well - the mag was obviously legitimate and Burt wouldn't freak out about not being able to contact the office.

Most surprisingly was the offer of housing. Kurt quickly assured his dad that it was common to offer interns accommodation, and for that to be paid directly from their wages. He had no idea if this was true, but it sounded convincing enough and Burt was pleased that Kurt would be safe in the city. His stomach twisted at the knowledge that safety was a total illusion now, but said nothing. There was packing, excited phone calls to family, promises to call once a week, a firm rejection of his dad's offer to drive him out, a last minute plane ticket and...

Sebastian was waiting at the airport, hands in pocket, grin in place. Kurt stiffened at the sight, but walked towards the other man stoically. He would get through this.

"Kurt!" To anyone watching, the boys were a picture of fond reunion. Kurt lowered his gaze, not trusting himself to speak as Sebastian slid an arm around his waist and pressed a kiss into the side of his neck. Both sensations were uncomfortably warm and heavy, sending nauseous waves through him.

"Hi," he responded simply, hefting his case in one hand. He hadn't packed much, he hadn't been given enough time, but the bag was still heavy. To his surprise, Sebastian took the bag from and steered Kurt away from the airport. Both were silent until they reached the grey porsche he assumed was Sebastian's.

"Get in the back," the man instructed. "Buckle yourself in."

He didn't have time to wonder why there was a trace of smugness in Sebastian's voice; attached to the left seat were ankle and wrist cuffs.

"What if there's an accident?" He asked, heart stuttering. How could Sebastian ask this of him?

His captor's hand tightened on the back of his neck.

"You know how you're to address me, Kurt," the voice was silken by his ear. "Say it."

For a second, he was sure that his mouth wouldn't be able to form the word. As though reading his mind, Sebastian's free hand slid down to grip Kurt's waist.

"I have all sorts of ways to make you regret defying me," he promised. "Do you want me to demonstrate in public? Give you tits the size of balloons and leave you here for a few hours, maybe? It'd be interesting to see how you tried to hide them."

Kurt closed his eyes to hold back tears. He really, truly had no choice.

"M-master," he said at last. The other boy was breathing heavier now.

He's turned on, Kurt realised. He's really getting off on this...

"Strap yourself in."

Kurt allowed himself a second of resignation before climbing into the back of the car. First came the ankle cuffs - the restraints were at an uncomfortable angle, forcing his legs wide apart. Next, he supposed, would be the seat belt, and dear god did it feel strange to be doing something as ordinary as fastening a seat belt. Difficulty came with the wrist cuffs. He'd be able to snap shut the metal restraint over one of his wrists, but how would he do the other?

Sebastian let out a small laugh, witnessing the struggle, and reached over to buckle in Kurt's other wrist. He watched the boy for a long moment in apparent approval before shutting the door neatly and getting in the front.

"If there's an accident, I have an automatic release button," Sebastian informed him. "Otherwise, you just stay still and silent and open for me. You think you can do that?"

"Yes," his voice was choked, resigned, humiliated.

"Kurt?" He heard the warning and added,

"Yes, master."
-
Kurt was expecting a short drive from the airport, and was surprised when Sebastian turned into what looked like an industrial estate.

"My mom's parents own a lot of old buildings in this part of town," Sebastian explained, smirking. "I have a real apartment, of course, but I figure I can keep you chained up here for a while." Kurt closed his eyes, silently willing away a terrified sob. He was going to be raped. Sebastian was going to fuck him against his will again and again, doing God knows what to his body in the meantime, for an entire year. A year. The reality of his situation had thoroughly caught up with him and he found his breathing growing short and panicked. The car's gently rolling to a halt didn't help matters; by the time Sebastian opened the back door, Kurt felt close to a panic attack.

"Aw, cheer up, Kurt," Sebastian mocked. "You look cute in bondage." As if to demonstrate, he held up a length of black leather.

Tears that had been pooling in the corners of Kurt's eyes for days finally spilled as Sebastian attached the collar with a grin.

"All mine," he whispered, looking almost giddy. With a sudden jerk, he pulled Kurt's pants around his knees and stared at the shrunken penis and inflated balls left sadly between his legs. To Kurt's fury, he let out a burst of laughter.

"God, I really did a number on you, didn't I?" He asked, shaking with laughter. Kurt remained silent. "Don't worry, Kurt. I'm sure I can think of other things to do with that body."

One finger trailed down Kurt's thigh as Sebastian bit his lip thoughtfully. A slight tingling originated around Kurt's balls. They weren't growing this time, but itched intensely and painfully for almost a minute. Closing his eyes in pain, Kurt didn't see Sebastian pull down his own pants, or give his hardened cock a tug. Finally, the pain stopped and Kurt opened his eyes to find his face level with Sebastian's cock.

"If you're good enough, I'll give you a reward," Sebastian promised him, eyes glinting.

Tears rolling down his cheeks, Kurt opened his mouth and sucked in the tip. The angle was awkward - he couldn't lean forward or adjust his posture. He could only attempt to work the man over as best he could from his bound position, licking and sucking until his jaw ached. Impatient, Sebastian pushed forward, groaning as he sank further into Kurt's mouth. Kurt felt an odd, shrinking sensation in the back of his throat. His gag reflex, he realised with horror, was gone. Or at least, the nerves which triggered it were. As if on cue, Sebastian began to fuck into him in earnest, groaning with pleasure as he did so. Kurt closed his mouth around him, sucking desperately to try and finish him already, but it was still several minutes before Sebastian's hips stuttered to a halt and cum spurted into Kurt's mouth.

As Sebastian pulled out, Kurt instinctively leaned forwards to spit out the hot mouthful, but Sebastian pressed a hand over his mouth.

"You'll swallow what I give you unless I give you specific instructions to the contrary," Sebastian instructed seriously. "Do you understand me?"

Resignedly, Kurt swallowed, stomach rebelling, and cringed at the sound of Sebastian's smug laughter.
"God, you're pathetic," he scoffed. "One second you're threatening to throw coffee in my face, the next you're tying yourself up and swallowing my cum. Do you have any idea what you look like right now?"

"Still less skeezy than you?" Kurt asked before he could stop himself. Sebastian's smile froze, cold light entering his eyes.

"Soon," he whispered, voice low and dangerous, "you'll know better than to speak to me like that."

His right hand, having finished zipping himself up, strayed to Kurt's shrunken penis, gripping it tightly. Slowly, he worked over the organ until it hardened. Humiliated, Kurt looked away, put Sebastian's free hand gripped his chin.

"Unless you want to spend the next 3 months with balls so big you won't be able to stand up, I'd look me in the eye right now."

Kurt lifted his eyes to Sebastian's and glared. The other boy smiled, jerking his hand to a sudden, fast rhythm. Kurt gasped and tried to move his hips into the motion, but his seated angle made the movement awkward and difficult. It had been so long since he'd been touched there - since Sebastian's last attack, he'd barely touched himself, too disgusted with his new appearance. Now, those long fingers worked him over quickly, until tightness coiled in his abdomen and-

And, nothing. He knew he was on the brink of orgasm, but he couldn't quite reach it. Time stretched as he rose his hips desperately, trying to cum, but...

"What did you do?" He gasped, remembering the assault on his balls.

Sebastian smirked.

"That isn't how you ask me questions," he replied coldly. Kurt sobbed in desperation and decided to put aside what was his left of his dignity.

“Please... master... why can't I...?”

"Why can't you what?"

"What can't I cum?"

Sebastian let go of his cock instantly.

"I told you I'd reward you if you pleased me. If you'd kept that pretty mouth shut, I might have considered putting you back, but I get that it'll take time to control you fully. Your body won't be able to cum until I decide to fix it. I guess you'd best be polite to me in the mean time. Until then..."

Kurt forced himself to remain silent as Sebastian slipped a cock ring over his hard member. Even when the other boy pressed a button on its side to make it vibrate, Kurt bit the inside of a cheek rather than incur more wrath. This seemed to please his... his master, who placed a long kiss on Kurt's shut mouth. Next came a gag which - Kurt forced down a groan - was a perfect, black mould of a penis. Sebastian pushed the length into Kurt's mouth, almost choking him with its length. Finally, he secured a blindfold over his captive's eyes and kissed his forehead gently.

“You just sit tight,” he whispered to the bound, tortured boy. “I need to get some things ready.”

How much more was Kurt supposed to take tonight?
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