"Kuuuurt."

"No."

"Kurt, please?"

"No, Blaine."

"Kurt, c'mon."

Kurt moaned as Blaine started mouthing at his cock through his jeans. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He didn't have time for Blaine to start acting like a horny teenage boy again. He had work to do. He had to design five more outfits by 9 AM tomorrow and Blaine trying to get him to have sex wasn't helping his already blocked creativity flow.

Kurt harshly shoved Blaine backward before he could change his mind. Blaine hit the wall behind Kurt's desk with a small oompf.

"I said, no, Blaine." Kurt glared at him and Blaine shrunk back.

"But your pet wants his master to fuck him, Sir." Blaine looked up at him innocently through his eyelashes, licking his lips.

Kurt clenched his teeth as his dick hardened in his uncomfortably tight pants. So he wanted to play hardball, huh? Well two could play at that game.

"Go to the bedroom, take off your clothes and lay down on your back. You may not touch yourself."

Blaine's eyes lit up as he scrambled out from under the desk and practically sprinted to their room. Kurt took a deep breath to compose himself. As much as he wanted to fuck Blaine right now, there was simply no time. He'd probably be up all night finishing his portfolio.

Maybe it was time to teach Blaine another lesson in what he should do when his Master tells him no, and what he gets for not being a good boy.

Kurt stood up and went to the freezer. Yes, he'd been wanting to use these for a long time.

Blaine laid on the bed, fisting his hands into the sheets as he strained to not touch himself. God, he just wanted Kurt inside him. Now. He would even be perfectly fine if Kurt didn't prep him and just dove right him. Though, of course, Kurt would never do that to him. No matter how desperate either of them were, safety came first.

He finally heard Kurt come in, but he kept his eyes on the ceiling. Unless Kurt told him to, Blaine wasn't allowed to look at him while they were playing. Kurt said nothing as he rifled through the toy box and dropped a few items on the bed.

Blaine squirmed on the bed. He always hated the waiting and the wondering. It seemed to be Kurt's favorite part.

"Still, Blaine." Kurt admonished and he automatically stopped moving. "Someone seems a little excited," Kurt hummed, letting his fingers lightly trail up Blaine's cock. Blaine clenched ever muscle to keep from bucking up into the touch.

"Maybe this will help you calm down." Blaine tensed as Kurt slid a tight ring down to the base of his cock. Shit, fuck, that did the exact opposite of calming him down. His hips rose off the bed of their own accord and Kurt smacked his inner thigh. "I said still, Blaine."

Blaine whimpered, "S-sorry, Sir."

"I guess I'll have to help you out a little tonight, pet."

"Yes, S-sir."

"Bend your knees but keep your feet flat on the bed."

Blaine complied and Kurt nudged his legs farther apart before strapping the spreader bar to his ankles. Blaine shuddered. As much as he loved the bar, Kurt rarely used it, and usually only for punishments. Blaine wondered whether or not this was one.

Kurt moved up to the head of the bed and he could see him out of the corner of his eye as he locked something around the bedpost and the grabbed Blaine's wrist and brought it up, strapping it tightly in. Blaine jumped because it was cold. Freezing against his skin.

He couldn't help but glance up at the object holding him in place. It was an iron cuff with a ring of ice inside of it. Without the ice he could slip his hand out, or slide the cuff all the way up to his armpit with ease. That was probably the point.

He glanced at Kurt nervously as a few droplets of water trickled down his arm.

"Having trouble controlling your eyes tonight too, darling?" Blaine froze and quickly looked away, realizing his mistake.

"Sorry, Sir," he muttered.

"No need, pet, I'll just help you with that as well." Kurt pulled a silk tie from the end of the bed. "Lift your head, beautiful."

Blaine did so, shivering as Kurt tied the tie tightly over his eyes and walked around the bed to lock his other wrist in an ice cuff as well. Blaine was shaking as Kurt sat on the edge of the bed, the ice was almost painful against his overheated skin.

"Comfortable, baby?"

Blaine nodded, jerkily.

"Good, you're probably gonna be like this for awhile."

Blaine shuddered.

"Oh, and there's one more thing I forgot." He heard the sound of the lube bottle being opened and then two finger pushed into his hole. Blaine whined as Kurt thrust them in and out, quickly adding in a third and then... a fourth? They didn't have any toys big enough to require a fourth finger. Did they?

Kurt's fingers were gone as quickly as they'd come and he felt the blunt pressure of something quite a bit larger than anything he'd had inside of him before pressing against his hole.

"Take a deep breath, beautiful," Kurt commanded, before shoving the object inside of him.

O, holy fuck. For the first time in years he actually felt a slightly painful burn at the stretch and then soooo full.

Kurt hummed his approval before standing up and clapping his hands together. Kurt sighed, "You're gonna love this, Blaine, I bought it especially for you."

Blaine yelped as the object inside him started furiously vibrating against his prostate. He was pretty sure if it weren't for the cock ring he would have come the second it turned on. He started twisting and turning, moaning as he felt his need to orgasm rise higher.

"Do you think ten is too high for tonight?" Kurt asked.

Blaine tried to answer, but he physically could not form words right now.

"Maybe I'll turn it up to twelve." Blaine jumped at the vibrations increased. God, this was torture.

Kurt leaned down and kissed him once, chastely. "I'm really sorry, baby, I do love the sounds you make, but I have to work and they'll just be distracting me." Kurt slipped a ball gag into his mouth. "Have fun, gorgeous."

Kurt was surprised at how quickly he was actually able to get his designs done after he got Blaine to stop pestering him. And maybe a couple of them had some slight bondage like influences. But only slight ones.

He sighed happily, putting the last sketch in his folder. Portfolio complete and it was only just after midnight. Maybe he would have time to fuck Blaine after all.

He walked back into the bedroom to find Blaine writing on the bed and whimpering pitifully into the gag. His entire body was shaking as he pulled against that cuffs that were still firmly locked around his wrists but getting looser every minute as water streamed steadily down his arms.

It had taken a lot of thought for Kurt as whether to use the cock ring or not. He knew it would be torturous, but Blaine also got so sensitive after he came and there was no way that the ice would melt enough for him to free himself before he came at least once more. He decided he'd leave multiple orgasms for another time and just let him suffer in denial.

He was actually quite happy that Blaine hadn't been able to free himself yet, that meant he would get to watch. He sat in reading chair, watching as his beautiful sub trembled, every muscle clenching and unclenching as he strived for an orgasm that he simply could not have. Kurt had heard it was possible to come with the cock ring on but he'd never seen Blaine actually accomplish it. Maybe tonight he would.

Blaine was crying into the gag, yanking at the cuffs. Kurt wasn't sure how much time passed before Blaine's right hand slipped out. With a sob of relief he reached down to remove the cock ring.

"Don't you dare," Kurt snapped. Kurt wasn't quite done with him.

Blaine whined but his free hand dropped to side. Kurt approached slowly, unclasping the ball gag.

"Sir," Blaine gasped, "P-please... let me come."

"You said nothing about coming earlier, pet. You simply said you wanted to be fucked."

Blaine whimpered, rolling his head back and forth on the pillow, tears soaking the blindfold.

"I could leave you here all night, you know. Get some real handcuffs and lock you in tight, letting you get fuck by the toy till morning. Would you like that, beautiful?" Kurt trailed his finger down Blaine chest, rolling his nipple in between his finger, drawing a small, pained moan from Blaine. "Answer me." He pinched the nipple, harshly twisting it.

Blaine yelped, "Wh-whatever... pleases you... Sir."

"Exactly," Kurt said, climbing on the bed and slowly removing the spreader bar, "What pleases me." Kurt pulled the vibrator out slowly and Blaine sighed in relief. "And, while it does please me to fuck you, darling, it doesn't please me," he shoved the vibrator back in, turning the vibrations up to 14, "to have my pet begging me to fuck him when he knows that I'm busy. Especially after I've said no."

Kurt was steadily fucking the vibrator in and out of him, hitting his prostate dead on with every stroke.

"I'm s-s-sorry, Sir," Blaine cried, trying to move away from the evil vibrating device but Kurt didn't falter in his movements.

"Are you, Blaine?"

"Y-yes, Sir." He moaned brokenly as Kurt wrapped a hand around his dick and started pumping him slowly. "To m-much, Sir. I can't... please l-let me come."

"Not yet, beautiful."

Kurt pulled the toy all the way out, switching it off and dropping it to the floor. He stood up and unlocked Blaine's left wrist from the ice cuff. He contemplated for a moment about whether or not he should remove the blindfold. He decided to leave it.

"Hands and knees, pet."

Blaine scrambled to flip over, almost falling off the bed in his urgency. Kurt steadied him before going over the play box and pulling out a sleek black butt plug. He dropped it the bed before slowly taking off his clothes. Blaine was shaking like a leaf by the time Kurt crawled up behind him and ran his finger along his red rim as he whimpered.

"Do you still want your master to fuck you, gorgeous?"

"Always," Blaine breathed.

Blaine grunted, dropping down onto his elbows and burying his face in the pillow. Kurt was hitting his prostate at every instroke and dragging across it at every outstroke and his cock was throbbing in agony.

"Sir, please," he begged.

"No."

Blaine groaned. Kurt always warned him to be careful what he wished for and this was really starting to seem like one of those times. It felt like he had been hard for ages and Kurt fucking in and out of him felt so strange and fuzzy after having the vibrator in there for so long. And Kurt was having no mercy on him tonight, fucking him hard and fast while simultaneously stroking his cock. Blaine was almost positive that if Kurt didn't remove the cock ring soon he'd come anyway.

Kurt finally pulled his hand away from Blaine's dick and slowed his pace a little.

"I'm going to ask you some questions, sweetheart and I want you to answer them as best as you can, okay?"

Blaine nodded.

Kurt slapped his ass, hard. "Answer me, Blaine."

"Y-yes, Sir," he mumbled.

"Good boy."

Blaine smiled slighty before another harsh smack came down on his ass.

"You realize you're being punished right now, right?"

He hadn't been completely sure, but between the spreader bar and all the sexual torture Blaine was almost positive now. "Yes, S-sir."

Smack. "Do you know why you're being punished?"

Blaine thought for a moment. "B-because I... oh... didn't stop... Kurt, Please."

Kurt smacked him hard twice. "Finish your answer, Blaine."

"I didn't... stop... when you told... me to."

"Correct." Another smack. "Can you tell my why you didn't stop, pet?"

"I-I... don't know."

Smack. Smack. Smack. "I think you do, beautiful."

"I just... I needed you to fuck me, Sir."

"Good boy." Kurt ran a soothing hand across ass, slapping it once more before picking up his pace again. Blaine sobbed into the pillow.

"Please, sir, please," he begged.

"Almost there, gorgeous."

Kurt felt himself nearing the edge and reached down to slide the cock ring off, "Come for me, Blaine."

Blaine stiffened before his whole body convulsed as he came harder than he could ever remember coming before. He saw stars in his vision before he blacked out.

Kurt pulled out gently, pushing the butt plug into Blaine's hole before rolling him onto his back. Poor boy, that had been the most intense punishment Kurt had ever put him through and he knew it. Kurt hadn't meant to make him wait that long, but Blaine was so sexy when he was desperate and aching, Kurt really couldn't help himself.

Kurt brushed Blaine's hair out of his face, heading to the bathroom for a towel. He came back and started wiping Blaine's come off of his stomach and cleaning some of the sweat from his face. Kurt tossed the towel into the general vicinity of the laundry hamper and crawled into bed next to Blaine, pulling him closer to his body so Blaine's head rested on his chest.

Blaine started to stir after a couple of minutes.

"How you feeling, beautiful?" Kurt asked, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

"Amazing," Blaine sighed, burrowing himself deeper into Kurt's side. "Oh," he gasped as the movement caused the butt plug shift inside of him. He looked up at Kurt, questioningly.

"You sleep with that in tonight, pet," Kurt purred, stroking a hand up and down Blaine's back. "And maybe all day tomorrow if I feel like it."

Kurt felt Blaine's dick twitch against his leg.

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