Warnings: Rape roleplay, dirty talk, face fucking, rough sex, bondage, slight D/s.

Author's Note: This is the final chapter, guys. I hoped you enjoyed it. And a big big big thanks to my wonderful beta Daltoneering. Check her out, she's awesome!

Word Count: ~2,500

"Get up, whore," Elliot growled, pulling Kurt up by his hair. He yelped in surprise, his knees hitting the floor hard as he was dragged from the couch.

"Wha—" Elliot just kept pulling forcing Kurt to scramble on his knees, his bound arms absolutely no use, until he dumped him at the foot of the table in the kitchen. Kurt grunted when his cheek hit the hardwood floor.

"Hey," Blaine called from the stove, "be careful with him, I like that face."

Kurt struggled into a kneeling position, whining as his heels dug into his ass.

"Are you really one to talk, Anderson?" Puck asked, "Considering what you did to him last night."

"Asses look good red, faces do not look good black and blue," Blaine said matter-of-factly, flipping a pancake.

"How come I didn't know that we could have solo time with him? That would have been good information." Elliot pouted, "Or is that privilege only for Blaine?"

"You ask me before you touch him, understood?" Kurt flinched at the possessive tone in his voice, whimpering quietly. Blaine turned to look at him for the first time and Kurt cowered in on himself, almost losing his balance again. "Untie his hands," Blaine ordered Elliot.

Elliot rolled his eyes but complied, cutting the ropes. Kurt rubbed his sore wrists, wincing at the pull on his shoulders. Blaine sat down in a chair to his right and nudged Kurt's face up with his foot. "What do you say, slut?"

Kurt ducked his head, his bottom lip quivering, "Th-thank you… Master," he whispered, blushing bright with shame when the other men laughed.

"Here," Puck said, dropping a bowl of fruit salad in front of him, "eat up."

Kurt swallowed, looking warily at the food, but his stomach growled loudly and he gave in, reaching for a strawberry. Blaine kicked his hand away, "No hands," he told him, "eat like the dog you are." Kurt's eyes filled with tears but he nodded, leaning forward to grasp the strawberry between his teeth. The others were whispering above him and he tried to block them out, just wanting to eat in peace.

Just as he'd finagled it into his mouth a hand came down on his ass, grasping the base of the butt plug and shoving it in deeper. Kurt almost choked on his food, lurching forward. Sebastian cackled wickedly behind him, pulling the plug out and fucking it back in a few times. "Jumpy, aren'tcha?" he asked.

"Please," Kurt whimpered, "please, let me, let me rest. It hurts," he pressed his forehead to floor, trembling.

Sebastian smirked, raising an eyebrow at Blaine. Blaine bit his lip for a minute before retrieving the remote to the plug from his pocket and tossing it to him. "Go easy," he mouthed and Sebastian nodded once.

Sebastian gave one last harsh twist of the plug, making Kurt groan, before standing and grabbing a plate for himself. He looked at the food in front of Kurt. "Get him some water," he ordered Puck.

Puck groaned, "Why does he need water?" but still stood and grabbed a cup from the cupboard.

"Because if he doesn't drink something he'll be dehydrated, and if he's dehydrated his mouth with be dry, and dry mouths don't give good blow jobs."

Puck rolled his eyes, "I call the first one then."

Kurt squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block them out, jumping when the water was set in front of him. He cracked an eyelid open, glad to see a straw so he wouldn't be expected to lap it up like a dog. He leaned forward but Puck gripped his hair, yanking him backward. He whimpered pitifully, fingers clawing at the floor.

"What do you say, dog?" Puck scoffed.

Kurt took a deep breath, "Thank you, M-master."

"No," Blaine said, making Kurt flinch, "he's not your Master."

Kurt's brow furrowed as Puck's hand stayed in his hair. "Th-thank you… Sir?" he finished questioningly, eyes flicking up Blaine's, relaxing a little when he gave a curt nod.

"Good boy," Puck said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, shoving his head forward as he released it, "I'll be awaiting that freshly hydrated mouth, whore."

Kurt took a few seconds to compose himself and calm his racing heart before returning to his meal. Each time his cup or bowl was emptied someone would refill it. He would feel pampered if it weren't for the fact that he was on the floor, his knees were aching, and the only reason they were doing this was to make him a better sex toy.

He sat back when he was too full to continue eating, rolling his neck and yawning. He was tired but he also had more pressing needs. He glanced behind him, towards the hall and to the bathroom and wondering if he would be allowed to simply go. He didn't want to risk it.

"M-master?" he said quietly, looking up at Blaine.

Blaine raised an eyebrow in his direction without turning to face him, "Yes, slut?"

Kurt bit his lip. "I-I need to use the restroom," he blushed when Blaine smirked.

"Take him, Puck, he can blow you in thanks afterward." Puck smiled wickedly, standing. Kurt made to get to his feet too but Blaine pushed him back down with a strong hand on his shoulder, "Did I say you could walk?"

Kurt swallowed, "N-no, Master."

"You're a dog, remember? A filthy little animal only here for our pleasure. Crawl."

Kurt nodded, turning on all fours. He yelped when Blaine smacked his ass and scurried toward the bathroom, flinching at every one of Puck's heavy footfalls behind him. He climbed gingerly to his feet once he reached the toilet, throwing a timid glance of his shoulder at Puck. "C-can I…" he motioned to the door.

Puck rolled his eyes and shut the door with an annoyed huff. Kurt relaxed a little now that he was on his own, quickly relieving himself and washing his hands. He splashed some water on his face, cleaning it of the sweat and tears from the night before. He turned slowly in the mirror, noting the finger shaped bruises littering his skin, some that were wide and meaty, most likely Puck's, other's that were thin and long, Sebastian's, and then Blaine's relatively small ones. He couldn't pick out any of Elliot's, but he hadn't really touched him that much. Yet. They still had the rest of today and possibly tomorrow to do this.

Kurt bit his lip. Looking around he noticed Blaine's waterproof notepad and pen. ("I get inspiration in the shower, Kurt. It's a necessity for my songwriting!") He quickly scribbled down a note as Puck started pounding on the door. He folded the paper tightly in his hand and exited the bathroom. He was shoved to his knees almost immediately and backed against the doorframe as Puck started unzipping his pants.

"Took you too fucking long," he growled, hands gripping at Kurt's head, forcing his jaw open. Kurt's scrambled to grasp at Puck's hips as he shoved his cock roughly into his mouth. He paused, the head almost breaching the fluttering entrance to his throat when he felt the paper clutched tightly in Kurt's hand. He raised an eyebrow at him and started to pull out. Kurt gripped his hips tighter, sucking on his cock and Puck inadvertently jolted forward, fucking into Kurt's throat. Kurt gagged but didn't push him away.

Puck got the hint and lost himself in fucking Kurt's mouth, his fingers tight in his hair, jerking him backwards and forwards as he chased the hot wet heat. "You love this, don't you?" Puck moaned, "Just a filthy little cockslut. You're lucky we're here, treating you like the toy you are."

Kurt whimpered, his eyes bright with tears as his throat worked around Puck. He glanced back to see the other's standing at the end of the hall, watching them. Elliot and Sebastian were both palming themselves through their pants. Blaine's eyes were dark as he watched.

"Gonna mark you up," Puck said, pulling out and working his hand furiously over his cock, "you're ours, cockslut." Kurt slumped against the doorframe, gasping for breath, his eyes closed tightly. Puck came across his face with a loud groan, fingers still digging painfully into the back of Kurt's neck. Kurt grimaced, but didn't complain, his hands slowly releasing Puck's hips.

Kurt's eyes opened weakly when he heard footsteps coming towards them. Blaine stopped in front of him, crouching down. He reached out, cupping Kurt's jaw and tilting his head up, thumbs rubbing across his come covered skin. Kurt vaguely registered Puck backing up and walking away, but the feeling off Blaine's fingertips working Puck's come into his cheeks was distracting.

Blaine's kiss was a possessive one. One that told Kurt that who he belonged to, even if the other men were getting to use him right now. He was almost trying to lick the taste of Puck out of Kurt's mouth and replace it with only the feeling of his tongue. Kurt reached up to grasp Blaine's hand where it rested on his face and slipped the paper easily into it. Blaine's pulled off, eyes narrowing, and Kurt lowered his eyes to the ground submissively.

Blaine stood slowly, keeping a hand on Kurt's head, stroking his hair. "C'mon," he mumbled, tugging lightly and pulling Kurt toward the living room, "Elliot wants some… one on one time with you."

Kurt swallowed, "Yes, Master."

Blaine left him in the middle of the living room and sat on the edge of the recliner. He carefully unfolded the paper, reading Kurt's message. Safeword for slowdown: Mercy. We stay in character but we just relax a little. I didn't think of it until last night.

Kurt was watching him out of the corner of his eye as he kept his head down. Blaine nodded once and Kurt got the message, closing his eyes. Blaine stood and walked into the kitchen where the others were. He passed the note to Sebastian who read it quickly and nodded before passing it on.

"So, you want to test out his ass, Elliot?" Blaine asked.

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Kurt was shivering on the ground, great shudders wracking his body. They'd left him unbound this time, and he could possibly move to the couch, if he had the energy too. His whole body was sore, every part of him felt heavy. He shifted slightly and winced as the come inside of him moved. Six loads, including the two from last night. It felt disgusting and it hurt. It didn't help the fact that the plug was lightly buzzing. Not enough to make him come or really get him hard, but enough to be insanely annoying. Sebastian's cruel torture.

He squeezed his eyes shut and hoped for sleep to come. He was so tired. He curled into a tighter ball, groaning, when he heard footsteps approaching. They kneeled beside him, hands finding their way to the base of the plug and started to pull it out.

Kurt shook his head weakly, "Mercy, please, no, no more, mercy."

"Shh," they hushed him. "It's okay, babe, we're done," Blaine's voice said, "Seb's running a bath."

"Oh thank god," Kurt sighed, whining as Blaine pulled the plug from his abused hole, come leaking out almost immediately. "You should have waited till we were in the bathroom," Kurt noted.

Blaine shrugged. "Possibly. I'll clean it up later." He stroked a hand gently up Kurt's side. "Put your arms around me," he instructed, slipping his arms around Kurt's back and under his legs. Kurt complied, letting Blaine lift him up into his arms. He stumbled a bit under his weight. "You're heavier than you were last time I did this," he muttered.

"Are you calling me fat?" Kurt sassed back weakly, resting his head on Blaine's shoulder and kissing his neck gently.

"Maybe just squishy," he teased and Kurt knew he was joking.

Sebastian was sitting on the edge of the tub when they entered, fingers testing the temperature as he dropped some essential oils into the water.

"Please tell me you're putting Deep Blue in there," Kurt said, hissing as Blaine lowered him onto the toilet seat.

Sebastian rolled his eyes. "I put like half the bottle in, along with some lemon."

"You're amazing," Kurt breathed, leaning over to kiss Sebastian's cheek, "really, all four of you. Speaking of which…"

"Puck and Elliot ran to the store to pick up some cheesecake and whatever other junk food they want," Blaine said, kneeling beside him and twining their fingers together.

"Ice cream?" Kurt said hopefully.

"I made sure to tell them to get all your favorites."

"Best husband ever," Kurt said, pulling Blaine up to him for a sweet kiss. "Thank you," he whispered, "especially you. I love you so much."

"I love you too," Blaine mumbled against his lips.

"Well," Sebastian said, clapping and standing, "the bath is ready so I'm going to give you two some alone time." He started for the door.

"Don't leave," Kurt whined, "I require massages and snuggles from all of you."

Sebastian and Blaine laughed. "I'm just going to the bedroom so you two can do all your emotional crap in private."

Kurt smiled as Blaine helped him into the tub. "Good boy."

Sebastian sighed, "Oh, how the tables have turned," and left.

Kurt rolled his head to the side to look at Blaine, his eyelids drooping. "This was amazing."

"Hmm," Blaine hummed, "I guess I'll never be enough for you again. You're going to want to be gangbanged all the time now."

Kurt reached out to cup his face. "No, you're still the only one for me. It was a nice fantasy, but I can't wait to make love to you again."

Blaine smiled bashfully, "I'm guessing I'm bottoming for a while."

"Only until my bruises go away," Kurt teased. Blaine's face fell, his brow furrowing. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, it's just… was that too far? The paddling, I mean." His eyes flickered nervously up to Kurt's.

"It was on the list of things I wanted to try, Blaine," Kurt assured him.

"But… you almost safeworded on me. You didn't do that to anyone else…"

"Because you're different. Taking that from Seb or Elliot I probably would have been fine. But with you, especially since you were holding my hands, there was a weird disconnect. I was having trouble remaining in character and reminding myself that you were playing a character. It threw me for a loop, that's all."

Blaine bit his lip. "I-I guess that makes sense," he mumbled.

"Blaine, you were amazing. And don't think I didn't notice your protectiveness, how you wouldn't let the others even touch me unless you were in the room, and the no kissing thing."

"I… got a little possessive," Blaine muttered, "they were getting to experience everything with you, I wanted one thing that was only for me," he shrugged.

"They didn't get to experience everything," Kurt purred, raising an eyebrow at Blaine.

Blaine blushed, ducking his head. "No, Sir, they didn't."

Kurt smiled. "Join me in the tub, beautiful?"

fin