Kurt Hummel

Blaine felt a heavy, insidious power take him over the deeper he fucked into those clenched walls. His cock sought relief, his stomach pulling with a combination of control and lust. But he was far from done. He craved a moan from those bruising lips, and he’d stay seated inside Kurt’s body until his thirst was fed. His pace slowed enough for him to search out that sensitive gland. Once the head of his cock struck it, Blaine’s mouth dropped open feeling the constriction of Kurt’s body. “Give in, Kurt…” Blaine said through gritted teeth. His hand stroked the young boy quicker, flourishing his wrist with ease.  ”Sooner you give in, the sooner I let you go.”

Kurt sobbed, he was barely clinging to consciousness as it was, and the rush of pleasure that washed through him was strange, but not enough to make him want to be breathing anymore. “Please,” he whispered, “What do you want, please, I’ll give it to you just s-stop.” he was burning with pain and almost scared he might throw up. His body writhed, cock swollen. He wanted to cum, maybe that would make Blaine stop, he was in pain, but his body was ready for release, the drugs made him feel hard and sick. He groaned, a mix between pleasure and agony. All he wanted was to be home, safe. He let his body slip and his mind drift, felt how tightly coiled he was, and felt a shock of shame rush through him as he came over Blaine’s hand. 

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“Stop fighting it.” Blaine gritted out between clenched teeth. His body stayed rigid giving Kurt a small window of time to adjust if he chose to take it. It would be his one act of mercy before he took what he wanted. In an effort to resist fucking Kurt relentlessly, Blaine curled his fingers around the boys cock pushing his thumb along the ridge where the head meets with the shaft. “If you relax, baby, the pain will lessen.” Blaine cooed, kissing Kurt’s cheek almost lovingly. The act of gentleness contrasted wildly compared to the way his fingers were now digging into Kurt’s thigh. The strain of holding still was too much for Blaine as he watched the contortion of Kurt’s features. Slowly and steadily, he began rocking into Kurt’s tightness, whimpering at the walls closing around him. He kept up the motions of his hand on Kurt’s cock hoping to distract the boy, but mostly just needing to feel the untainted weight of Kurt’s cock at the will of his strokes. “Just close your eyes. It’ll be over soon, but first you’re going to have to cum good and hard.” He whispered, sucking Kurt’s lower lip between his teeth. 

Kurt’s tears slid freely down his cheeks, he could taste them on his lips, on Blaine’s as the boy forced their mouths together. He just wanted this to be over, but Blaine had lied, it didn’t feel good, it hurt, it hurt so much. Blaine was thrusting into him hard, not holding back, the slow pace only giving his body more time to feel every stretch and burn as it left him whimpering, trying to pull away before Blaine decided he might as well bite his lip off. He kept quiet, whimpering softly as his body burned with pain. His cock was responding though, while getting fucked wasn’t doing anything good for him, even a little, but the way Blaine’s hand felt on his cock, or maybe it was the drugs. He bit his own lip, warding off kisses, and just prayed Blaine would be done with him soon and leave him alone, forever.

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Petting a hand down Kurt’s torso in a effort to sooth him, Blaine pushed his finger further in allowing it to curl upwards. “Shhh just let it happen, Kurt. Need to make you cum.” Blaine mumbled, eyes flashing with a hint of desperation as Kurt’s heat surrounded his single finger. He silently weighed his options as his mouth continued to envelope the stiff, dense weight of Kurt’s cock. He knew how badly it hurt him when no one took the time to stretch him. Though he was aching to just slam into the other boy’s small frame, Blaine decided maybe a small act of mercy might be in order. Even more with his thoughts wandering to the blade he had hidden away, Blaine decided he would spare Kurt one pain in favor of giving him another later. Sucking long and deep against the boy’s leaking cock, Blaine pulled his finger out blindly reaching for the bottle of lube, and coated his fingers. One digit at a time he worked open Kurt’s entrance, sliding his fingers inside the boy’s body, and letting them scissor and stretch him open. Any possible sounds of protest coming from Kurt were falling on deaf ears as Blaine moaned feeling the ring of muscle finally give way. “Going to make you come undone, baby. I’m going to fuck you until you scream.” Blaine whispered, moving to kiss Kurt, positioning his own cock against Kurt’s hole. With no warning, Blaine shoved inside of Kurt, hissing as the boy’s walls closed around him.

Kurt thrashed at the first press of a finger searching deep inside them. He moaned, half in sharp pain half in confusion. Arching away from the sensation he groaned his hips trying to push away though Blaine had him pinned. As more fingers slid into him he lost the ability to be fully there, his head swimming in some far off place, body lost beneath Blaine’s hands. But the moment he felt Blaine’s cock at his hole fresh tears slid down his cheeks, his throat tight as he gasped for air. “P-please,” he whimpered, feeling the stretch burn as he tensed sharply, being stretched did little if you couldn’t relax. “Please, Blaine, stop, I won’t tell anyone, stop, please,” he whimpered, pain coursing through him, waves of burning coursing through his body, coiling up his spine. 

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The dark, thick aroma of Kurt’s precum against Blaine’s tongue had him moaning wantonly around the tip of Kurt’s cock. It barely registered with Blaine that the other boy whimpered out about this being his first. However, it’s not like it was news to Blaine. It’s part of the reason he so desperately wanted Kurt. He was untainted, untouched, a blank slate that Blaine could mark as he pleased. Some dark part of him reasoned his innocence was stolen from him, so why shouldn’t he have the pleasure of doing the same? Blaine hollowed out his cheeks, swallowing down Kurt’s length until it was dragging over the roof of his mouth.  Mouth occupied, one of Blaine’s hands slowly crept over Kurt’s thigh to rest between his legs. Then ever so faintly, Blaine’s index finger rubbed over the small pucker of Kurt’s entrance. Grinning around Kurt’s cock when he felt the muscle twitch, Blaine pushed his finger inside the boy to the first knuckle.

Kurt whimpered, eyes closing as his body was consumed with strange pleasure. He drifted a little, slipping out of his mind and into his body. Blaine’s mouth was warm and sort of felt fantastic around his body, sucking him harder than he had ever been. A slow moan slipped from his lips unwanted but unnoticed by the drugged boy. He could have stayed like that, drugged and lost in sensation more than thoughts. But then he felt a little jab of pain and gasped, eyes flicking open as the reality crushed back in. “Please stop.” he spoke softly, terror laced in his voice. Having Blaine’s lips on him was so different from anything he’d imagined but it wasn’t terrible, but this, this he couldn’t do. “Please Blaine, why?” He jerked, trying to pull his hips away. But then another wave hit him and he sighed, head falling back on the pillow, eye lashes fluttering shut. 

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Blaine paused at Kurt’s question lifting his head to look at the boy. The tears swimming in his eyes, caused Blaine’s face to soften with the smallest hint of remorse. “It has to be you.” He whispered in a gritty, almost ragged tone. “No one else. I just… I need you, Only you.” Blaine rambled nonsensically bringing his hand to fist around the head of Kurt’s cock, his thumb dragging along the blunt tip. Blaine himself almost felt the burn of tears as he realized just how much he meant those words. His body, his mind only yearned for the currently helpless boy tied to his bed. There was nothing he wouldn’t do or be for him if given the chance, but he knew in his heart Kurt would never love him. No one would ever love him, so he would have to take it, demand it. Blaine lowered his head back down taking Kurt’s length into his mouth, and sucked it with deliberate drags of his tongue. The taste of Kurt engulfed his mouth, making him groan out in pleasure. His hands were splayed restlessly on either side of Kurt’s body, twitching to touch something, anything. Moving them up, Blaine gripped Kurt’s hips, pressing his thumbs along the ridges of the boy’s pelvic bone. The pressure increasing enough, he was sure he’d leave faint bruises. Kurt Hummel would not be able to forget him, Blaine would make damn sure of it.

Kurt couldn’t begin to understand, Blaine needed him? But there was no reason for that, he didn’t even know him. Had to be him? What was he going to do to that anything had to be with him? Shit, did Blaine want him for, was he going to… oh god. “Kurt no please, not, not like this, not my first.” he trailed off, lips parting in a moan as Blaine’s lips closed over the head of his cock and sank down over his length. It felt so strange, too hot but otherwise absolutely perfect. Except no, no he didn’t want this, it was so wrong. He moaned loudly as fingers bit into his hips, bruising him hard. He let his head loll to the side, eyes falling shut. He was lost in a sort of dream, fear making everything strange and uncomfortable, but he still felt pleasure curling through him, his body too lost in the drugged haze to be very concerned. 

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Ignoring Kurt’s protests far too gone in his own state of lust, Blaine undid Kurt’s pants, sliding them down his smooth thighs. “Fuck…” Blaine gasped, instinctively leaning down to kiss over the newly exposed flesh. His conscience was begging him to stop, pleading with him relentlessly not to take way Kurt’s innocence. However, the ache in his groin was overpowering any moral he might have had under different circumstances. Squashing down the voices in the back of his head, Blaine dropped his mouth over Kurt’s cotton covered cock, mouthing over it. “I’ll keep you warm, baby. Just don’t fight me.” Blaine begged somewhat forcefully. Fingers hooked inside the last piece of clothing separating him from Kurt’s untarnished dick, Blaine pulled away both layers completely from the boy. Every inch he uncovered made Blaine’s blood thicken, dying to leave traces of himself on all of him. As the fabric was pealed away, the soft pink of Kurt’s length curved neatly, resting against the boy’s lower stomach.  ”God, Kurt… You need to stop hiding such perfection under all those layers.” Blaine moaned letting his fingers trail up the underside of his prisoner’s cock. “I bet it tastes just as good as it looks.” Blaine said as he ducked his head down licking over the small slit.

He felt his jeans slid down and shivered this was so wrong, he was beginning to feel panic and tired tears fell down his cheeks heavily, leaving shimmering trail on his face. The sun had set and it was dark outside, so dark that Kurt could hardly make out the expression on Blaine’s face except for the low lit lamp on the bedside table. He glanced down to see his clothes had been stripped away and Blaine was down between his thighs. He hadn’t even really masturbated a lot, it just seemed sort of wrong or crude so he avoided it, now, Blaine touching him, stripping him on a bed in some apartment, all he felt was cheap and confused. “Don’t don’t touch me.” he said, feeling a shiver of cold run down his spine. “Blaine, why, why me?” he begged, voice catching in his throat as Blaine licked over the slit on the head of his cock. He groaned, fear still burning through him, but muddled with confusion and a headache that still beat against his head. He didn’t want this, no, he couldn’t.

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Blaine waited out Kurt’s panic, as much as he wanted to fuck the boy without any care in the world. his heart was still bound to him. When, Kurt’s tongue pressed against his, Blaine changed the harsh pressure into a lighter, more languid sort of kiss. While his mouth massaged over Kurt’s, trying to ebb away the pain of the initial contact, Blaine’s hands traveled down to the hem of Kurt’s shirt pushing it up his torso. As soon as soft skin met his fingertips, Blaine groaned, rutting down against Kurt’s body. “So fucking pretty.” Blaine whispered, mouth still pressed tightly to Kurt’s. “So pretty and all mine.” His nails grazed down Kurt’s rib cage, leaving scratch marks in their wake. Then, finally, dislodging his lips from Kurt’s, Blaine lovingly kissed both of the boy’s eyelids. “Stay awake, pretty baby. I want you to feel everything.” Blaine voiced softly, moving his mouth down to lick over the thin lines his nails had marked into Kurt’s pale flesh. “I wonder if all of you is the color of snow.” Blaine mouthed and tongued along every inch of Kurt’s body, until his breath ghosted over the hard line of Kurt’s clothed cock. “Gonna make you feel so good, my beautiful boy.” Blaine said smiling darkly, his gaze set on Kurt through thick lashes. 

Kurt wasn’t sure what was happening. “Five more minutes.” he murmured, unable to open his eyes. “Just wanna sleep.” he whispered, though the lips moving down his neck, down painful lines on his stomach, it was weird, something he didn’t understand but it scared him. Pretty? Was Blaine calling him… shit Blaine, no this had to stop he just had to remember to stop it. “Please no.” he begged, panting as he felt Blaine’s lips and tongue so low on his stomach. “Want, wait, older.” he said, trying to get his thoughts out. He tried to sit up but the pain in his arms, combined with the feeling in his head made him fall back, yelping in pain. He couldn’t believe how strange it felt to have Blaine’s breath on his cock, making him hard despite his desire to run, despite the fear coursing through him. “Mine, not, not yours mine.” he mumbled, “not snow, snow cold, too cold.” he breathed, trying to twist away from Blaine’s mouth and hands, seeking freedom.

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“The less you fight the easier I’ll be on you.” Blaine gritted out, taking a hold of Kurt’s hands and forcing them above his head. The intense beat of Kurt’s pulse striking against Blaine’s palm, caused his own pulse to quicken. Soon, he’d be pounding into the boy he’d fantasied about for the better part of a year. The consensual factor not even mattering to him anymore. If he couldn’t have him willingly he’d brand him another way. Force always made people comply sooner or later. Clasping both of the boys wrists tightly in one hand, Blaine reached for a piece of rope laying on his nightstand. Then, with practiced ease, he tied Kurt’s wrists to the center bed post, tugging against the knot to ensure its strength. Satisfied with the position, Blaine rolled his hips down again, happy to feel Kurt’s cock twitch just slightly. “Don’t pretend like you haven’t thought about this, Kurt.” Blaine growled, sucking the boys earlobe into his mouth. “I’ve watched you blush when you catch me staring, and I’ve seen you stare back. And don’t deny the fact that the few times I’ve chanced touching you that you didn’t shy away from me. You fucking leaned into it, Kurt.” Giving into his need to feel those lips under his, Blaine forced his mouth onto Kurt’s biting harshly at the boy’s lower lip. “You want this just as much as I do.”

“Blaine no, please don’t do this to me.” he whimpered, biting his lips hard. Kurt had never even been kissed this was not what he wanted, it was making tears sting his eyes. “Ow,” was all he managed when he felt his hands yanked tight against the headboard, bound together cruelly. His body jerked when Blaine ground against him, but he was having a hard time finding words so he just kept shaking his head as he heard Blaine list the things he most certainly hadn’t done. He jerked his body with one last effort to throw him off and sobbed when it failed. Then he lost his first kiss, harsh lips forcing against his own, biting painfully. All he could do now was whimper as he tried to pull his lips away from Blaine’s, turning his head from side to side to get away. He felt warm, that was sort of nice, the cold was gone. He’d been feeling cold alot lately, but Blaine’s tongue wasn’t cold, the blood from the bite on his lip was warm too, it made him lap his tongue against the injury, then against Blaine’s how strange that everything was warm now.

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After gesturing Kurt to the bathroom, Blaine took the boy’s phone he’d managed to snatch when he’d lead him into the apartment, and thumbed through the contacts until he found one labeled ‘Dad’. Sometimes, street smarts like pick-pocketing worked in his favor. Putting the phone to his ear, he exchanged a few words with Kurt’s father explaining he and Kurt had a ‘project’ they were working on, and that it would probably take all night. Damn good thing conversation was taking place on the phone because the wicked smile that crept across Blaine’s face was more menacing than anything.  With faked sincerity, Blaine thanked Kurt’s father for being understanding, and promised to return his son when they were done. Once he’d closed the phone he heard the faint almost panicked sound of his name being called.

Approaching the door just in time to see Kurt stumble out, Blaine tried to soften the curve of his lips into a concerned expression as he caught the boy around his middle. “I’m here, baby.” Blaine cooed, gripping his hand tightly around Kurt’s wrist. “Let’s get you lying down.” Half dragging the drugged boy down the hall, Blaine pushed him down on the bed, then rushed to his door locking it, then did his best to jam the lock in place. An escape attempt was not something he would tolerate, not when Kurt was at his mercy. Returning to the bed, Blaine pushed at Kurt’s chest forcing him down into the mattress, then mounted on top of him. Blaine’s legs immediately clenched around the boys pointed hips as he bucked down, his hard cock jabbing into the boy’s pelvis. “I’ll help you, Kurt… I’ll make you forget all about being sick.” Blaine purred into his ear as he kissed it. 

Kurt whimpered when he fell against Blaine. “No, Blaine, my phone, we can call my dad.” he mumbled shuffling his feet, trying to get toward the couch where is phone would be. “Blaine, no, wrong way.” he whispered, losing his thoughts as they came to him now. It wasn’t until his body bumped the bed that he started to panic. He sat on the bed when he was pushed down hard. “Blaine?” he asked softly, confused what he was even doing. It wasn’t until Blaine pushed him back on the bed and straddled him that the panic set in. “N-no.” he said, head pounding, room spinning. “Stop, please.” he breathed, shaking as he tried to roll out from under Blaine, to no avail. He’d never felt anyone else’s hardened length before, but he knew what it was when Blaine’s hips ground down against him. Did Blaine want.. no. It was then he realized what was happening, he was drugged, and Blaine was kissing his ear, oh shit. “No,” he breathed, eyes drifting closed a little as he slumped more, the drugs effects hitting him harder. Blaine’s face swam above his own, smile menacing and cruel.

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Blaine’s heart clenched slightly in his chest when the other boy mentioned his mother being dead. It was unfamiliar feeling, one he wasn’t sure he enjoyed, but it seemed fitting that he felt some sympathy towards the porcelain skinned beauty next to him. Being in love was a bitch. Feeling the dark obsessive love he felt for Kurt was even worse. God, he wanted every part of him, taste him, touch him, fuck him. He wanted to bruise that perfect skin, carve into it promises he could make the boy keep. Harnessing his tormenting thoughts, Blaine forced his eyes to Kurt’s and rested a hand carefully on the boys knee. He didn’t want to be too forward. It wasn’t time for that, yet. “I’m so sorry, Kurt. I’m sure she was wonderful.” Blaine replied softly, his thumb just brushing over Kurt’s kneecap. Taking a long drink of his own cocoa, Blaine shifted back in his seat, resting his head against the back of the couch. “As terrible as this is going to sound, I wish what had taken my parents away had been death. Unfortunately, for me it was just a matter of them choosing a life of drugs and partying over raising a kid.” Blaine explained, his hand clenching where it rested on his stomach. “Guess some kids aren’t worth changing for.” 

Kurt nodded softly, taking large gulps of his drink as he listened. “Oh Blaine,” he said softly, feeling just a little sick. “It had nothing to do with you, they weren’t good enough for you and they knew it, they had to let you go so someone better could take of you, they weren’t thinking you would ever be alone.” He set the almost empty cup down and set aside the last bite of his second brownie. “I um, do you have a restroom?” he asked, slurring the words a little as he stood on shaking legs. Blaine gestured to a hall and he stumbled forward, finding the brightly lit room easily and leaning over the sink, feeling his body go utterly weak. Am I sick? he thought raising his head to stare at his reflection, he looked a little drunk, but that had never even happened. “Blaine?” he called out, after realizing hi phone wasn’t in his pocket like he would have sworn it had been. He wanted to call his dad for help, something was wrong and he didnt want to go to Blaine, but he wasn’t given another option. “Blaine help.” he pulled the door open and saw Blaine standing there, but the look in his eyes made him freeze.

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