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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage, Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings
  Category:
      M/M, Other, F/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Blaine_Anderson/Other(s), Blaine_Anderson/Hunter_Clarington, Blaine
      Anderson/Jesse_St._James, Blaine_Anderson/Sebastian_Smythe, Blaine
      Anderson/Rachel_Berry, Nick_Duval/Jeff_Sterling, Rachel_Berry/Jesse_St.
      James, Klaine_endgame_-_Relationship, Blaine_Anderson/Kurt_Hummel
  Character:
      Blaine_Anderson, Sue_Sylvester, Noah_Puckerman, Nick_Duval, Hunter
      Clarington, Jeff_Sterling, Brittany_S._Pierce, Sebastian_Smythe, Rachel
      Berry, Kurt_Hummel, Original_Characters, Tina_Cohen-Chang, Jesse_St.
      James
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Slavery, Master/Slave, Ownership, Dom/sub, Sexual
      Slavery, Objectification, Branding, Humiliation, Painplay, Accidental
      Stimulation, Violence, Collars, Bondage, Slut_Shaming, INCREDIBLY_DARK!!
      I_can't_stress_that_enough, Punishment, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Dirty
      Talk, Whipping, Cages, Derogatory_Language, Sensory_Deprivation, Cock
      Rings, Gags, Cock_&_Ball_Torture, Enemas, Total_Power_Exchange,
      Manipulation, Dystopia, Angst, Mutual_Masturbation, Emotional
      Manipulation, Emotional/Psychological_Abuse, Hurt/Comfort,
      Dehumanization, Pet_Names, Graphic_Description, small_reference_to_the
      death_of_finn, Not_Safe_Sane_and_Consensual, Suicidal_Thoughts,
      Bittersweet, Suicide_Attempt, Major_Illness, Original_Character_Death(s),
      Character_Death, self-injuring, Implied/Referenced_Self-Harm, Non-
      Consensual_Body_Modification, Prostitution, Friendship, Stockholm
      Syndrome, Blow_Jobs, Sex_Toys, Panic_Attacks, Anal_Sex, Oral_Sex, Rough
      Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-03-08 Updated: 2018-02-09 Chapters: 38/? Words: 111827
****** The Organisation of Submissive Ownership ******
by Totallyawesomeharry
Summary
     Blaine’s a submissive, the world is round. Two simple facts, but one
     is a lot harder to understand than the other. After 16 years of
     living a free life, Blaine is no longer considered human.
     Directly after this discovery, he is sent off to the Organisation of
     Submissive Ownership to be trained as the best slave money can buy.
     Blaine finds himself amidst a new life with different expectations
     and harsh masters, and he does his best to cope... but at what costs
     to himself?
     In a society where beating, torturing and raping submissives are the
     norm, it's hard to remember who you really are. But by playing the
     game, every passing second cuts away more of your sanity... until
     there's none left to hold on to.
     Or: The dark slavery AU we are all too scared to ask for.
      
     Feel free to message me on My_tumblr if you are concerned about the
     tags (or leave a comment and i will respond), or simply if you want
     to say hello or nose at what i post :D I honestly love getting
     messages!!
     This is a dark fic, so please take note of the tags and warnings.
     Can be read without being part of the glee fandom
Notes
     This chapter is purely notes about the fic. it is dark, and i do
     recommend reading this chapter before continuing to check this is the
     fic for you. i am yet to come across any like this (tho if you know
     of any, let me know as i would love to read them!)
     Chapter two contains the prologue, and chapter three is sort of
     chapter one... just role with it.
***** Authors note *****
Chapter Summary
     THIS CHAPTER IS NOT THE STORY.... i know i know, you are all rearing
     to go, but i have a few notes and stuff i need to say first :)
     If you do want to skip my ramblings, please feel free to go to the
     prologue (chapter 2), but if you have any triggers i would seriously
     advise you to read this chapter before proceeding.
      
     Feel free to skip, but don't say i didn't warn you muhahaha
Firstly, to answer my most common question; my motivation writing this:
Almost all slavery fics are set about the recovery (i think i have found one
which wasn't, although if you have any recommendations i would love to hear
them!)
I've always been more interested in those bad masters that you only ever have
short flashbacks off. So i set out to test a few limits and do something
different. I'm sure i can't be the only one who doesn't just want the happy
recovery stuff, so i have been brave and decided to break a few of those
unwritten rules: this is the life of one of those people in the awful system,
exactly how a happy teen can becomes a shell of a person, and full encounters
with those not so nice owners. Therefore there is explicit rape and non con
throughout, as well as manipulation, violence and pretty much everything dark. 
I also not a huge fan of when the events you want to hear about are a "fuzzy
memory", so almost everything is in all it's gory detail - the only things
'skipped' are those bits that are boring and don't move the plot along (or if
im feeling too lazy to write it as i want to move the story on). This is why
there are severe warnings on this fic, and when i say it is dark and keep
repeating the warning, i do mean it! (probabably the most common comment on
this fic is along the lines of "wow. yoiu said it was dark but i wasnt
expecting that)
It is intended to be something daring and different, but if this makes you
uncomfortable feel free to stop reading at any time, I won't be insulted!
Remember, fan fics are for your enjoyment so if you don't enjoy them, read
something else. You haven't got to pay to read so you haven't got to worry
about not getting your money's worth! If you feel like leaving a hateful
comment, please ask yourself "should you have read this much if you arent
enjoying it".
 
One part of the AU i couldnt really write into the story is about Blaine (and
the other subs). in my AU he doesnt have a full grown beard within a day of not
shaving (like darren criss would have). hair does grow, but only slowly. 
 
Tags will be updated as i go along as more things get added, so please keep
checking for changes, especially if there are things that trigger you!
Originally i decided i would not include scat, but i can no longer guarantee
that either, it depends on where the story takes me. anything is possible, This
whole fic is very triggering!!!!!!! And it doesn't really get better as it goes
along. so if anything in the tags might trigger you, proceed with extreme
caution. if you are worried about any triggers, please feel free to either
leave a comment or message me on my tumblr (link above) and ask, and i will get
back asap and let you know if i think it will be safe, think you should avoid,
or point out any parts to skip. I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable
unnecessarily. There will be extreme non-con throughout, developing into
Stockholm syndrome. It will not be a 'lives happily ever after' ending, but it
does get better. eventually. (maybe? i havent yet decided). If you feel there
is a tag im missing, please let me know. there is a lot of stuff that happens
so i could easily miss one out by mistake!
If you have any concerns, please ask! I promise i don't bite... well, unless
you are into it and is consensual ;) 
 
As for the character death warning, this is not a tag you should ignore. There
will be original and cannon character deaths, and will be graphic/gruesome and
likely be written to be a bit upsetting. I will not be warning for it in the
chapter it happens, however if you ask me privately on tumblr or email me
(totallyawesomeharry@gmail.com), i will be more than happy to tell you the
chapters and answer any questions if you want me to, but i would like to keep
it a surprise for other readers. 
There is going to be at least two major deaths, which i currently have planned,
but there may be more, and there will probably also be other minor deaths as
well. its /that/ type of fic.
There will be reference to finn's death. This will be towards the end. i have
spent quite a lot of time deciding on this, and spoke to several people about
it, so hopefully the way i do it will be ok and not disrespectful to either
finn or cory. However if you anticipate this to be an issue, fear not,
hopefully it will manage to be delicate with it. If you are still concerned,
please message me! This is probably the only trigger warning that should not be
too serve, and can be avoided when reading.
 
 
Updates:
I used to post about twice a week, but since moving to uni it is impossible to
do so. I dont have anything written in advance, so the frequency of updates
depends on how busy my real life is. I currently plan to post a chapter a
month, but aim to do two a month.... so expect one every two months! I would
really like to get this done before October 2017, but doubt I will manage to.
my second goal is October 2018, which may be more realisic but probably still
not long enough. i have been writing this fic for 14 months (at the time of
this edit), and have posted 34 chapters. I am now predicting that this fic will
reach nearly 100 chapters (probably be somewhere between 80 and 120... which is
quite a wide range, i am aware), so it will likely take another 2/3 years to
finish. which i know is a long time to wait, and for that i can only apologise!
I have considered several alternatives if the unfortunate happens and it does
get to a stage where there is a possibility of it being abandoned. First of all
i will try as hard as i can to work out how to contiune. if that is not
possible i will look into adopting it out and getting someone else to write it,
and pass on all my notes and ideas, but leave it in their hands as to what
happens. and if this is not a possibility, i will post my notes/my plan/a brief
chapter explaining what happens, so i tie up lose ends.
there is also a plan for a sequel, which does mean there will be unanswered
questions at the end of this fic. however these will either all be answered in
the sequel, or i will post an explanation of what would happen, or do a q and
a, or something to close all lose ends.
 
There is also a plan to make this fic an original work once its complete,
although there is a very high chance this wont happen. but keep an eye out for
it. There may also be a sequel (as mentioned above), and there should be one
shots from different POV's to come. 
 
I appreciate any feedback and try to come up with a response to everything you
guys are kind enough to write. although i do not like hate, i would love any
constructive criticism! 
I have been lucky so far and not received any hate for this fic (I would like
to think that its because people who would leave hate have read this and
thought better off it, but its more likely ive just been lucky). However if you
do leave hate, or complain about something that has been warned for, unless i
am in a good mood or its 'constructive' hate as such, i will simply delete the
comment.
just because im lucky that it hasn't happened yet, doesn't mean im naive enough
to think it wont. I've seen some horrible comments on fics half as dark as
this.  
 the quality of writing does improve throughout the fic (I hope), so please
don't let that put you off at the start! It's beta read from about chapter 17
ish, and I start getting a hang of my writing style and what does/doesn't work
for me. I'm almost embarrassed by some of the sentences at the start! I do plan
on editing the start and making it better, but my main goal is to finish the
fic. Since starting the fic I've got a years worth of writing experience under
my belt, so hopefully the improvement shows!
I am british, however have decided to write this in american english, so i
apologize for any errors. i dont mean to offend anyone, but my only USA
knowledge is through TV, so i may some stereotypical assumptions. If this
happens please correct me! I also apologise for any inconsistency in writing
because of this. This seemed a good idea when i started, but im not quite so
sure. thankfully i have a beta who is picking up on most of these for me, but
some things may be missed by both of us! If you spot any, point them out and i
will be happy to change it.
 
it is correct to assume other than the parts of the AU explicitly stated, most
of society functions as it does today. People not involved directly with the
submissive slavery know it happens, and some wish they had enough money to be
involved, but other than that they turn a blind eye to it all. They dont look
twice when they see a sub walking down the street, people see it no different
than someone walking down the street holding their phone or walking their dog.
I also want to point out that in my au kurt is younger than blaine (i was
originally going to have blaine being a year older, as was implied in season
two, but then i didnt think my timings through properly. so kurt is at least a
year and a bit younger than blaine, possibly 2/3 years younger). 
 
I'm an evil writer, and I'm not a fan of the predictable happy ending, so
warnings for evil twists and turns throughout. hopefully you will not be able
to tell what will happen next, while it not being completely out of the blue.
this will not be a happy ending for everyone.
 
The charaters belong to glee, but the ideas belong to me.
 
One final note:I DO NOT AGREE WITH EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS DURING THIS FIC.
RAPE CAN NOT BE EXCUSED. YOU SHOULD NOT TREAT PEOPLE AS LESS THAN YOU (unless
you are with consensual participants of TPE etc) Read it for your enjoyment,
the morals of these people in this AU are different to real life, and doesn't
mean they are right. 
Also, the morals of a lot of people in this fic are wrong, and it would be
horrendous if something like this was real; i DO NOT encourage this. 
The benefits of fiction is being able to explore different worlds without them
being real, both from the reader and writers POV.
 
Now i've got all the scary, strict, and serious parts out of the way, please
continue to the story and hopefully enjoy!
(if you do, please review and leave a kudos!!! and if you don't like it, please
still review and leave a kudos hehehe :D ) And honestly, you aren't 'annoying'
if you comment on every chapter, you arent 'wasting my time' if all your
comment contains is 'liked this chapter' or "This is an extra kudos". Although
i can see how many hits the fic has, i dont know how many people have just
clicked on the link then clicked back out. and although i can see the kudos
going up, i dont know if these people keep coming back for each chapter update.
Your comments let me know that people are still interested in reading, and they
are what keep me motivated to continue writing. you would be surprised how
giddy and excited i become every time i get an email alerting me of a new
comment! (picture kurt buying blaine the puppy he's been begging for... I have
the same reaction to every comment as blaine would to the puppy)
***** Prologue *****
(Image thanks to comewhatmay2! check out her drawings on tumblr!)
 
16th birthdays were not celebrated like the rest. Instead every boy and girl
dreads the day, their first visit to the OSO – the Organisation of Submissive
Ownership.
The human race was split into two parts, one of which were the ‘ordinary’
people (called doms), who spent their days much as you would expect. They went
to work, they had relationships, and they were free to do pretty much as they
pleased within the law. Exactly how humans have lived for as long as there has
been humans.
Then there were the slaves, known as subs. It could be argued that they had the
same lifestyle as the doms. They worked, they had sexual contact, and they had
a law to follow. But for subs, it was very different circumstances. These
people were treated worse than animals – at least animals had people
campaigning for fair treatment. Subs however were deemed unworthy of basic
human rights, and the number of people who don’t agree with this treatment
could be counted on one hand. Subs were not considered human, they were slaves.
They didn’t get a choice in what jobs they did or who they had sex with. As far
as doms were concerned, subs were emotionless shells there to do their dirty
work. They didn’t deserve luxuries like rest when they were tired, they didn’t
deserve ample food to fight starvation, and most importantly they didn’t
deserve free choice. They were slaves.
This might lead any normal person to the assumption that the subs deserved this
treatment, that each one was some kind of criminal. Or perhaps they had a
different genetic makeup to that of doms, something in their DNA that separated
the two halves of the human race. This was not the case.
On a child’s 16th birthday, they had an appointment at an OSO office. They
could be required to travel incredible distances to attend their appointment,
as once it was booked at the age of 3 in their closest OSO office, it could not
be changed. There was of course the option of simply not attending the
appointment, but in doing so that person had to go on the run. People who
failed to attend their appointments were instantly labelled as a sub. No one
wanted to be a sub.
The appointment would be used to judge someone’s personality, the only deciding
factor between being a sub or a dom. It was decided on a points based system.
If someone collected over 50 points at their meeting they wouldn’t be going
home, instead they would put into holding until the end of the month before
being delivered to the sub house with every other 16 year old labelled within
said month. If the OSO didn’t take subs into holding instantly, there wouldn’t
be anyone to take to the sub house – most people preferring death to life as a
sub. If someone was to score between 40 and 50 points, they would have to
return in 6 months’ time to be retested, where on their second attempt scoring
above 40 would send them to the sub house. The only way to ensure safety was to
score below 40 on the first or second attempt. A score below this would mean
being labelled as a dom, and freedom to continue their life as though nothing
had happened.
Although this sounds very scary, in reality most people knew how to guarantee a
low score, so holdings and retesting were rare. Around 0.1% of people scored
above 40 points, and very few of those were labelled a sub – around ten out of
the ten million tested every month!
Unfortunately for Blaine Devon Anderson, he had a knack for being one in a
million.
***** Appointment *****
Chapter Notes
     For those who are new to the story, I want to clarify the use of the
     word 'hum' in some places.
     When I first started writing this fic, in attempt to be different, I
     split the population into hums (sort for humans) and subs. However as
     the story went on it just didn't work.
     I have started to make an attempt to go back and change all the times
     I've used hum into dom, but it will probably crop up several times
     still. If you see 'hum', try to think 'dom'.
     I'm sorry if this takes away from the story. I hope to get it changed
     and sorted soon. If you do spot any 'hums', please let me know and i
     will change it :)
Blaine is harshly thrown into a cell after being dragged the short distance
from the appointment room by muscled security guards. He loses his balance and
falls flat on the concrete, his hands cuffed behind him preventing any way of
cushioning his fall. The door was slammed shut before he even hits the ground.
He’s no longer human, who cares if rough treatment causes him injury? No one
other than himself he suspects.
He rolls onto his side and brings his knees up to his chest, before fidgeting
so he is sat upright. He doesn’t make any attempt to stand – there is nowhere
to sit other than the floor anyway. He shuffles backwards a few feet so his
back is against the wall, and leans against it. It’s not the most comfortable
position, but it’s the best he can do in this situation. He examines the
holding cell, his home from July the 23rd until the end of the month. Opposite
to the door, there is a thin blue mat, much like those used in gym class at
schools across the country. Only this one seems in a worse state than all those
he has seen before, almost all the padding has disintegrated and has a lot of
questionable stains covering the surface. It is not very long, Blaine recons
that even with his mere height he wouldn’t be able to lay stretched out on it.
Not that the idea of going near it is at all appealing at this current time.
Above the mat there is a tiny open window; Blaine approximates it to be 6
inches high and 12 inches wide, its only purpose to let in a small amount of
fresh air to stop the room from smelling foul. Above the window and the door
are two security cameras, giving him no privacy. He is sure there will be
someone watching him around the clock for his first few days. There is a light
on the ceiling, protected by a clear plastic dome resulting in no access to the
light itself. Of course, there is no light switch in the 5 foot by 7 foot room.
He chuckles, realising that his home for the next week is smaller than his
closet at his parents.
Thoughts of his old home bring him to wonder if they know he is a sub yet. His
Dad is likely still sat in the car, having not been allowed in the building,
probably not yet even wondering why he isn’t out. Eventually, after sitting
there for another 3 hours, he will realise Blaine isn’t coming back, so will
turn the car around and drive home, with only the assumption that Blaine has
been took. The OSO didn’t tell parents when a child is marked a sub, they were
just left wondering.
When Blaine had arrived at the large OSO office he stayed sat in the car. He
had already said his goodbyes to his Mom, who opted to stay at home. He had a
pretty good idea that he wouldn’t be coming back out, even with knowing how to
fake the test he was sure he wouldn’t manage to pull it off. Although of course
he was still going to try to pass. He turned to his Dad.
“Whatever happens son, your Mom and I will always love you. Remember, I will
wait for plenty of time, if you run late I will still be sat here for you when
you walk out that building as a hum. Keep your head held high and don’t let
them push you around and you will be fine.” His Dads eyes are filled with
tears. They both know the most likely outcome of this visit, but neither are
willing to acknowledge it. They both look at the clock in sync, running short
of time. “I love you so much.” His Dad holds open his arms and Blaine falls
into them, also silently crying.
“I love you too Dad. So much. I love you and Mom and I will never forget that.”
With that he steps out of the car, taking nothing but his birth certificate,
his school ID card and the clothes on his back. He isn’t allowed to take
anything else. He walks towards the entrance doors without looking back,
wanting to leave his Dad with those 3 sentences, and not sure how put together
he will be if he looks back again. 
===============================================================================
 He realises now that his first point was from turning up crying. Everyone
knows you are being watched and tested before you even meet an OSO officer.
===============================================================================
He approaches the desk and hands his birth certificate over. The lady at the
desk smiles at him before pressing some buttons on the computer, Blaine assumes
to check that it is the correct certificate.
“Have you got your school card as well please Blaine?” She asks politely. He
fumbles getting it out of his pocket, but eventually composes himself enough to
pass it over. “Thanks sweetie.” And goes back to keying in more information.
“Everything’s fine, if you would like to take a seat love, someone will call
you when they are ready.”
Blaine smiles and heads to a seat away from the 4 other people also waiting,
sitting on the edge of a chair. He assumes the 23rd of July isn’t a very
popular birthday, as on average there are at least 10 people constantly in a
waiting room at one of the 12 OSO offices, with people leaving and new people
entering every 10 minutes. He fidgets in his chair, nervously looking around.
The others are all reading a magazine from the collection on the coffee table,
but Blaine doesn’t want to take one.
===============================================================================
 He expects the fumbling earned him one point, and not relaxing into the chair
combined with not reading a magazine earned him 3 points. 5 points before he
even was called into a testing room!
===============================================================================
“Blaine Devon Anderson, please.” A lady calls, and Blaine instantly rises to
greet her. She is wearing a tracksuit like all the test administrators do, and
has very short blonde/white hair. “Hello Blaine, I’m Sue Sylvester and I will
be in charge of your test today. If you would like to go to room two I will be
there shortly.”
“Yes ma’am.” He replies politely. He heads down the long corridor until he sees
the door with a two on. Shyly he opens it, but as expected there was no one in
there. Instead there is lots of equipment, things he has no idea what for. He
spots a desk with two chairs, like in a doctor’s surgery, and takes the seat
furthest from the computer. He’s tempted to look at what’s on the screen, but
he sees a camera angled in his direction so discards that idea.
===============================================================================
In retrospect, Blaine thinks he should have looked at the computer. Responding
instantly, addressing the lady formally, and then doing exactly as he was told
would have earned him a further 5 points.
===============================================================================
He hears the door open, but doesn’t turn to look until the lady is almost
beside him. She gives him a funny look, causing him to drop his gaze guiltily,
although he isn’t sure what he is guilty of. She sits in the other seat before
speaking.
“So Blaine, first of all I just have a few security questions for you to
answer. Who do you live with?”
“My Mom and Dad.” He responds. His brother moved out last year, but he doesn’t
volunteer the information, only answering what he is asked.
“What about any siblings or pets?” She asks, prompting him to elaborate.
“My brother moved out last year. I haven’t ever had a pet.”
“What’s your brother’s name?” Blaine doesn’t know why she wants to know so much
detail, surely security questions are meant to be short and to the point?
“Cooper Ma’am.” Sue smiles at this response, Blaine assumes it’s because she
liked being addressed formally. He hadn’t been told what to call her, but he
becomes more relaxed now he knows she appears to prefer the formal title.
“Thank you Blaine. I’ve now got a paper test for you to answer. Don’t worry
about it, it’s just basic Math and English questions so we can get a rough idea
of your academic level. I will leave the room so you can do it in private. Take
as long as you like, and press this button on the wall once you are done.” She
says pointing to a blue switch. Sue gets up and leaves after placing a pen and
two sheets of paper in front of him.
Blaine looks at the paper on the desk, and the small nerves that had been
growing subside. The first question is ‘If you spend $9.48 in a shop, and hand
over a $10 note, how much change do you expect to be returned?’ He whizzes
through all 20 questions, and presses the button as soon as he is done.
===============================================================================
The dropping of his gaze. The short answers. The formal title. The correct test
answers. The quick call back. That earned him another 15 points. Blaine
realises his test was so short because he had already earned half the needed
points within the first 5 minutes. There was no way he was going to make it
safely to the end of the two hour test.
===============================================================================
The lady comes back into the room and marks his test. Blaine knows he got
everything correct; he didn’t have a private education scholarship for no
reason.
“That’s all very good Blaine. You only got one wrong!” One? How could he get
one wrong? “I’m afraid you spelt the word shopping with two p’s rather than
one.” It should be two p’s, Blaine knows that. “It should be s-h-o-p-i-n-g.”
The lady pauses and looks up at Blaine. He knows she is wrong, but doesn’t want
to argue with the one woman who could take away his humanity.
===============================================================================
He should have argued. Why didn’t he argue? He remembers now that on every site
he went on to research the test, they told him to argue. That the assessor
would claim one thing on the test to be wrong, even though it wasn’t, and if
you didn’t argue that in fact you were correct, they would double the points
you had already earned. For most people, they still would have been below the
50 point limit. Blaine is even rarer than one in a million. He starts shaking,
trying to hold back the tears.
===============================================================================
“You still scored very well though, so that’s all fine.” Blaine believed the
lady. “If you would please follow me, we just have a quick physical test before
we move onto the next stage. We wouldn’t want to make you do something
detrimental to your health.” The lady was walking in front of him, so Blaine
didn’t realise the sarcasm dripping from that sentence.
As they left room two, a guard started following behind them, obviously going
in the same direction. He had only been here for a small fraction of the test,
so Blaine knew he wasn’t there for him. Was he? They walked down several
corridors, Blaine getting lost and disorientated in the process.
They enter a second room, this one a lot smaller, with a dentist chair set up
in the middle. The guard doesn’t follow them in, so Blaine assumes he had
continued on his way.
“If you would like to take a seat Blaine, I just need to take a quick blood
test before we head out to the gym.” Blaine sits down warily, unsure of why
they need a blood test. DNA had nothing to do with subs and doms. And nowhere
online had said anything about blood tests or gyms, everyone just did different
activities within the first room.
Unless… The only people who got blood tests didn’t reappear.
Although he was expecting to be labelled a sub, the moment still shocks him. He
shoots out the chair and heads to the door. The lady hears the commotion but
doesn’t turn around, seeming to have expected this outcome.
“Oh, come on boy. Behave. What did you expect? Sit back in this chair or I will
get Puck out there to come in and knock you out. You will always have two
options. You behave and do as you are told, or you misbehave and get punished.
In this case, punishment means a fist to your head.”
Blaine freezes, his hand on the door knob. Clearly, if he opens the door the
guard from earlier will be ready for him. He slowly turns around. The polite
expression on the ladies face had been replaced with a look scary enough to
make him want to fall to his knees. He does.
“Good boy. Now on the chair.” He rises to his feet and moves to the chair,
although his legs feel as heavy as led. Before he is fully laid down he has a
needle in his arm. He tilts his head to the ceiling and shuts his eyes, trying
to organise his brain and come up with a plan. He knew this would happen, so
why does he feel so unprepared and shocked?
The needle is yanked out of his arm, and Puck enters. Blaine stands up, not
really sure what to do. Puck grabs his arm before walking behind him and
putting on a cuff. His other arm is grabbed and both hands are locked behind
his back. He doesn’t bother to fight it.
“Good boy.” Puck says. Blaine hates the praise, but doesn’t react. “You are a
very quick learner. Lets go.”
As they leave the room, another guard joins them and holds onto Blaine’s other
arm. As if he was going to get past the first guard anyway! He has no idea
where the guards lead him, but eventually he was thrown into a cell.
His thoughts bring him in a full circle.
***** Branding *****
Blaine doesn’t really know how long he has been in the cell. His appointment
was at 11am, and from the orange tinge of sunlight coming through the window he
gathers it must be almost sunset, so he estimates around 10 hours. No one has
come to see him or remove his cuffs, and he hasn’t heard anyone walking past.
He knows his Dad will definitely know he is a sub by now, his Mom as well. He
wonders if they have told Cooper yet, or if any of his friends have found out.
He doubts his parents will tell his friends, and he has always kept his
birthday secret so they won’t even be wondering yet.
Around 3 hours ago he moved himself onto the mat, deciding on it being more
comfortable than the solid ground. Apart from that he has just sat still, not
wanting to give the people watching him anything to observe. He was just
starting to wonder if he would be expected to urinate on the floor when he
hears foot steps outside. He opens his eyes and looks up, ready to glare down
the person who opens the door.
Of course it is Sue, flanked by Puck and the other guard. She stood staring
back, seemingly deep into Blaine’s soul, before Blaine dropped his eyes to the
floor.
“Wow, good boy. Seems like you were born for this.” Blaine can hear the smirk
in her voice. “First rule to learn today hobbit, never hold eye contact with a
superior. Second rule you need to learn, do as you are told as soon as you are
told. Up you get, we are going on a little adventure.” Blaine stays sat down,
although not looking at anyone. He decided in his long time alone that he
wasn’t going to come easily. He knew he wouldn’t have a choice, but he could at
least make everyone else’s life a little harder as well, it was the only fun he
could have left.
“Fuck this.” Puck booms. He walks over and grabs Blaine by the elbow, yanking
him up. “Come on.” He commands as Blaine is pulled out of the room. This time
the second guard doesn’t grab him as well, instead he just follows behind.
After going down a maze of corridors, disorientating Blaine even more than he
was before, they enter a room. Blaine takes a moment to look around before the
smell reaches his nose and the panic sets in. This is a branding room. He
starts fighting Puck.
“No. Please, no! You don’t have to do this! I could, I could, wear a collar
with my number on? You don’t need to brand me, I won’t run away!” He shouts.
“That may be so, but you still need to be branded. You will get a collar as
well anyway; I hear they make great fashion accessories.” Puck says
nonchalantly.
“Puck, it’s the subs that are the accessories.” The other guard spits at
Blaine, sending a shiver down his spine. Rough hands grab his foot. He tries to
kick out but the guard has too tight of a hold, causing him to lose his balance
and fall further into pucks grip. His shoe is yanked of, quickly followed by
his sock. “Other foot.” The guard says, and Blaine allows him to take the other
shoe and sock, leaving him bare foot. The lack of such simple items makes him
feel so much more vulnerable against the two solid built males. The hands reach
up and pull his pants and underwear down and off in one go, Puck having
suspended him in the air for the removal. He feels a great desire to cover
himself, but with his hands behind his back there is little he can do.
“Please. Please can’t I stay clothed?” He whines.
“There is a very small chance you will be allowed clothes as a sub, you may as
well get used to it now.” Puck says as the other guard crosses to the far side
of the room, picking up something off a counter. When he turns back Blaine sees
he is holding scissors. He whimpers.
“Wh… what are they for?” He asks worriedly.
“Calm down twink, just to take your top off. You didn’t think we would uncuff
you for that did ya?” Puck replies. A day ago that comment would have made
Blaine incredibly concerned, but considering the ideas he had in his head,
instead it calmed him.
The other guard approached him and pulled Blaine’s shirt over his head. He
heard the cutting of fabric, clearly to remove the shirt from the loop of his
arms created by the cuffs. Finally he was stood completely naked, one guard
throwing away his clothes, and the other one holding him in front of Sue
Sylvester for inspection.
“Well, what have we got here?” She sneers while circling him. Sue completes a
full turn before stopping once again in front of Blaine. “Looks like you will
make a great little whore for us all. Let’s get you strapped up.” She motions
for Puck to place Blaine against the table.
He doesn’t get laid down, instead the other guard straps his legs in cuffs on
the floor, forcing his legs apart and removing any modesty he had managed to
maintain. And just to increase his embarrassment, he feels himself starting to
get hard. He leans his weight forwards into the table, trying to let it go
unnoticed. He isn’t that lucky.
“Oh, what have we got here then Blaine? Is my little hobbit getting hard? I
told you that you would be a great whore. For this time only, if you piss
yourself or cum it will be ignored. Just so you know, after today anything that
spills from you has to get licked up by you. Don’t ever forget that goblin.”
Once Sue finishes talking, he is pushed forwards so he is forced face first
into the table, luckily hiding his blushing. Several straps are placed across
his back and tightened, restricting most his movement. Some form of a round
object is placed into his mouth, both to work as a gag and as something to bite
into during the pain. Hands then seem to be covering him - although he knows
there are only four- holding him immobile. He feels a wet cloth being rubbed on
his neck and upper back, obviously a disinfectant before the brand.
“Ok Blaine, as you have been relatively well behaved, I will talk you through
exactly what is happening. I’m currently heating up the branding iron with the
slave symbol. I’m sure you know what it is, but in case you don’t; it’s a ring
about the size of your palm, with a diamond exactly central containing the
letter S, and an O either side of the diamond, so it reads OSO. This will be
placed in the gap between your shoulder blades. What I’m going to do first
while the iron heats up is tattoo your ID number. The first digits will be
230716, which of course stands for your birthdate. Then following a dash will
be the numbers 5226, which are just four randomly generated numbers, and you
will be expected to remember them as an addition to your birthday. On all legal
documents you will be referred to by this ID number. Essentially you are no
longer Blaine, you are 230716-5226. But some people may wish for your true name
still.
“Ok. I’m going to start tattooing across your neck, above where the branding
will go, the stiller you stay the less painful it will be.” Even though Blaine
doesn’t move, it is still incredibly painful. Although he wishes someone would
tell his cock that, as it seems to be enjoying it. A strange mix of arousal
while bursting for the toliet. He knows something is going to be involuntarily
spraying out of his dick before the night is over. He feels Sue tattooing the
final six before he realises, seeming to have managed to ignore the pain more
than he expected.
“Good boy. That’s all done now.” Blaine feels another tissue being wiped across
his back, clearing away any blood and excess ink. “Now for the worse bit, I
wouldn’t be surprised if you black out. In hindsight we should knock you out
for this; however it’s too complicated to bother working out the correct amount
of the drug when we can let the subs bodies do the hard work for us. I’m now
checking the temperature of the iron, as we don’t want to run the risk of a
poor branding. As much as subs are one of the most expensive items, if you have
a smudged branding you will be disposed of. Yes Blaine, that means killed, so I
suggest you try to help me and stay still. As soon as subs have permanent
damage they become worthless. Remember that if you feel like misbehaving.” As
much as many people would prefer death, Blaine isn’t one of those people. “Ok,
the iron is hot enough. Are you ready? It’s tough if not.”
And with that Blaine feels the piercing heat on his upper back, as promised
just below the tattoo. The last thing he remembers before passing out is a huge
release in his abdomen, both cum and urine spilling out.
***** Puck *****
Blaine wakes up back in his cell on the mat, naked but uncuffed. There was also
a light blanket draped over him, making him feel much less exposed than last
night. He feels a bit light headed and sore, but surprisingly not as bad as he
was expecting. He reaches the back of his neck and feels a large wad of gauze
stuck on with some kind of tape. He presses lightly, and a wave of dizziness
takes over, making him pause to catch his breath. Of course it would hurt, how
much of an idiot was he to press it?
After the room stops spinning, he removes the blanket and takes a moment to
assess any other damage. His knees have huge grazes from when he was pushed
into his cell after the appointment, and he expects his face does as well.
Although his knees look like they will heal fairly quickly, so he isn’t worried
about them. His hair is a mess, with day old hair gel having been tussled in
his sleep. One of the major things he will miss will be his hair gel, but maybe
it will be a good change. He doubts its worth this great of a sacrifice for
such a small change though.
His biggest concern however is his need to urinate again! Surveying the light
coming into the room, he estimates it to be about midday, and although he
hasn’t had anything to drink he is still bursting having not gone for 12 hours.
He crosses his legs and looks meaningfully at the camera, hoping there is
someone watching who will understand the message and send aid.
Within about 10 minutes, Puck turns up.
“Come on 5226, let’s take you to the washroom and get you sorted out.” Puck
waits with his hand outstretched, clearly to grab onto Blaine’s arm but making
no move to be forceful like previously. If anything, he sounds fed up. Blaine
gets up and walks over, slightly embarrassed after remembering what happened
last night. Puck gently takes his arm before leading Blaine out of the cell.
“Can I ask a question, umm… Sir?” Blaine cautiously asks.
“Well, I suppose we are just meant to hold subs to the end of the month, not
teach ‘em. Yer, go on, you can. Although I don’t promise to answer.” Puck
definitely sounds fed up.
“Are… are you ok? Sir. You sound tired.”
“Humf. I guess I am. I’m in charge of you and the other sub here, but 9103 is
driving me crazy. He won’t do as he is told, he keeps fighting, and just
generally being a nuisance. Which in fairness they normally do. But we have had
him here since the 1st, and he has only got worse over time rather than better.
Half of me can’t wait until he goes, but the other half of me doesn’t want him
to, as everyone knows what happens to subs that don’t cooperate. And the
thought that I am part of the process that will lead him to being put down is
something I can’t think about. I hate this job and everything it entails, but
I’m meant to act as though I can’t stand you lot. And that’s how I put up with
it normally, by pretending the people sent here aren’t people. I objectify you
like everyone else does to make my life easier. I’m not against the slavery of
subs completely, but I really don’t agree with the treatment you are subjected
to.”
“If you don’t like it, why do you do it? Sir.” He hastens to add the title, not
wanting to cause Puck to do something he hates, namely punishment.
“I need the money. It pays the bills and pays for my child. And there aren’t
many jobs that allow people with a criminal record to work, especially not one
as well paid as this.” Puck smiles. “Anyway, you really can’t tell anyone any
of this. I will get the sack no doubt, and you would probably face some kind of
punishment for some stupid reason. Sorry about that, dude. I shouldn’t have put
you in this position.”
“I promise I won’t tell, and I’m sorry I can’t help you.” Puck pauses at that
and looks at Blaine.
“See, you seem like such a decent lad. And you are still being so kind towards
me even though half of what you have suffered already is because of me. I don’t
deserve it. If it wasn’t for this stupid situation, I would probably ask if you
wanted to hang out, try out for the football team I’m in.” Puck sighs before
pulling out a key and unlocking the door they had stopped by.
“That’s alright, I don’t enjoy playing football, I would much rather be
boxing.” Puck chuckles and shakes his head.
“Come on, I’m surprised you haven’t wet yourself on the walk over.”
“Oh thanks, Sir.” Blaine says playfully, “I had managed to push the thought to
the back of my mind until you brought it up again!” This causes another chuckle
from Puck.
The room they walk into is for all intents and purposes was a large bathroom.
There are two toilets at one side of the room, with a sink in the middle, and
three showers opposite, with a counter along the far wall between the two
sides. The thing that takes Blaine attention most (after the strange, seemingly
unusual ratio of appliances), is that there are no stall doors or partitions,
allowing no privacy. Although he has already been paraded down several
corridors fully naked, so it’s not as though there is anything left to hide.
Puck let’s go of Blaine’s arm, so the first thing he does is rushes to the
toilet. He feels so much better once he has gone, even if he did experience a
bit of shyness having to go in front of Puck. He washes his hands before
looking at Puck, who had been stood barricading the door, which had been shut
but left unlocked. He still doesn’t make eye contact though, despite the
feelings Puck had just shared.
“Do you need to do anything else?” Puck hints. Blaine shakes his head. “Ok,
come over to the counter with me and I will take the gauze off before having a
shower.” They walk over and Puck starts pulling various bits and bobs out of
the cupboards below. He pulls on a pair of disposable gloves before turning
Blaine around. Without comment he removes the gauze and bins it. He then starts
inspecting the brand, carefully prodding the skin around it trying not to cause
unnecessary pain. Blaine flinches when Puck touches a bit to close. “Sorry
dude. I just have to make sure it’s all healing and isn’t infected. It all
seems ok. A lot darker than they normally are, but I think the iron was hotter
than normal, which is a good thing. It looks like it will come out very clear,
good news as it means you are worth more.” Blaine wonders if Puck means it is
good news for Blaine, or if it’s only good news for the OSO, but he doesn’t ask
as he’s unsure he wants to know the answer. “I would expect you to be the most
expensive sub at auction for your month, if not for several months.” Blaine
thinks Puck intends it as praise, but instead it just reminds him that in a
years’ time he will be somebodies play toy, something they can fuck and then
force to do work. And that’s assuming he survives the years training at the sub
house – a surprising amount don’t.
Puck walks over to the central shower and pulls the shower head off the wall
before twisting the dials to bring it up to the correct temperature, strangely
keeping the gloves on.
“Come on over. Make the most of the hot water, the sub house rarely allows it,
only as a reward.” Blaine internally cringes at the thought. He was starting to
enjoy Pucks company, and then he will say something like this, which reminds
him of his limited time left as a human. But Puck is his only ally, and he
really wants a shower, so he heads over to Puck who angles the water spray in
his direction. Once he is happy that Blaine has been covered in water, he hangs
the shower head up, causing Blaine to be just outside of the spray. Puck then
squirts a bit of shower gel from the shelf into his hands.
“Um, Puck, my back doesn’t hurt that much… I, umm, I could wash myself.” Blaine
says, not really wanting Puck to touch him.
“Firstly, I’m sure your back does hurt enough that you wouldn’t be able to
reach everywhere, although I’m sure that wouldn’t stop you trying. However,
it’s part of my job, the rules.” Puck says, sounding as though he would rather
it wasn’t the case.
“I thought us subs were meant to do everything for everyone else, not have
others do stuff for us.” Blaine says, prompting an answer to a question he is
too afraid to ask.
“That’s true. But they believe that if you are forced to lose some of your
independence during holding you will be more susceptible to commands during
training. It’s manipulation at its simplest.” Blaine thinks Puck doesn’t agree
with it, but as he explained earlier, he will do it because he needs the money.
He lets Puck start to massage the shower gel into his skin, starting with his
left arm then his right. Puck goes down his front, skipping over the area
normally covered with his boxers, going down to his feet before working his way
back up behind Blaine (skipping the same area). He also skips the fresh brand,
Blaine grateful that the soapy liquid is kept away from the raw skin.
“I’m sorry again, but I’m going to have to ask you to lean forwards slightly so
I can clean everywhere.” Blaine gets the gist, and even though every part of
him is against it, he turns round and leans forwards, bracing himself against
the wall. He also decided to spread his legs slightly, hating himself for doing
it but knowing staying on Pucks good side was more important than his already
lost modesty. “Thanks.”
Puck quickly gets to work, not breaching his virgin hole but seemingly covering
every other inch of skin.
“And the other side as well please.” Puck says. Blaine turns a quarter circle
so he is facing Puck. Instantly Pucks hands go to his hips and continues
rubbing in the gel. The first instant the hands touch his cock, Blaine’s breath
hitches. The only thing that could make it more embarrassing happens. Blaine’s
dick starts growing. He looks up at Puck in panic, unsure of what to do or say
to make the situation less embarrassing. Puck speaks first once he notices
Blaine’s embarrassment.
“Don’t worry about it; it happens all the time with you gay subs.”
“How… What makes you think I’m gay?” Blaine stutters.
“What? Are you not?” Puck says in panic.
“No, I am. I just didn’t think I emitted a ‘gay vibe’. Or so every gay guy I’ve
had a crush on has told me!” Blaine chuckles.
“Oh.” The relief evident in Pucks face. “I don’t know, I just thought you were.
Ok, I’ve done here. Do you want the water colder while I do your hair?”
“Please.” Puck adjusts the temperature, and Blaine steps half into the ice
spray. He feels Pucks hands in his hair, washing out the old gel. Before long
Puck is finished – Blaine is sure he hasn’t got all the hair gel out, but he
doesn’t want to mention it – and Blaine’s hard on problem had shrunk. Puck
walks back over to the counter, Blaine following behind once he was sure all
the shower gel had been washed off. Puck pics up a towel and starts drying
Blaine, gently dabbing and rubbing until he is no longer dripping wet, although
not completely dry.
“I’m going to put some cream on your brand, and it will sting I’m afraid.”
Blaine hears movement behind him before he feels the touch of Pucks fingers on
his brand. He starts thinking maybe Puck had exaggerated, but then it all comes
instantly. He leans on the counter for balance. Puck doesn’t say anything about
his reaction; instead he continues applying the cream.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.” Blaine chants. However Puck seemed to have finished
anyway, and was taking his gloves off.
“Again, I am sorry I have to say this, but no swearing. Good news is, I’m not
going to punish you for it, bad news is, normally you will be. So take it as a
friendly warning.” Blaine sees Puck picking up a fresh piece of gauze before he
feels the pressure of it over his mark. Puck quickly tapes it on before the
pain of the cream mixed with the pressure causes Blaine to either vomit or pass
out. “Come on then, time for your lunch. You will get to meet 9103 too.”
Puck leads the way out of the bathroom, without holding on to Blaine, trusting
him to follow without attempting to run off.
***** Holding *****
They enter another room Blaine is yet to have visited, Puck unlocking it before
opening the door for him. This one holds a simple rectangular table, big enough
to seat 6. There is another boy in there with his back to them, even more naked
than Blaine since his brand is fully visible, having healed up enough already.
This must be 9103. The boy turns to look at the new arrivals, and both the boy
and Blaine freeze.
“Nick?” Blaine whispers.
“Blaine Devon Anderson! Oh my God it’s you. It’s fucking you! Oh shit, you’re
this labelled sub shit as well.” Nick shouts.
“How many times? No swearing. No shouting.” Puck says looking pissed off.
“And what are you going to fucking do about it? Take away my freedom? Take away
my clothes? Burn me against my will? Sorry to burst your bubble square head,
but that’s already been done.” Nick spits, glaring at Puck.
“And no eye contact.” Puck mutters. “I hope you realise that at the sub house
they will enforce these rules you don’t like.” Puck turns to Blaine. “See if
you can talk some sense into this asshole. Especially since it appears you know
each other.” He turns back to Nick. “I will give you some privacy. But I will
be waiting at the door, and if I even suspect you are about to pull another
runner, so help me god I will call Sue.” Blaine notices Nick shiver at the
mention of Sue.
“Another runner?” Blaine askes.
“There has got to be some way out of here, so if I run fast enough, enough
times, eventually I will be able to find it.” Nick says as though Blaine is
stupid for not trying the same thing.
“Let’s sit down shall we?” Blaine notices that there is already food on the
table. “We can eat and talk. It’s not as though standard manors matter
anymore.” He says, indicating his lack of clothing.
“I’m not eating.” Nick states, but still sits down at the table.
“Why ever not?”
“Hunger strike.”
“Oh come off it Nick. I know you can be impulsive, but this is just silly. You
are going to end up killing yourself!”
“So what if I do. At least I’m not going to be someone’s fuck toy for the rest
of my life!” Nick crosses his arms in a pout. Blaine decides to change the
subject to something he thinks is easier.
“How come you’re here? I thought you had already had your birthday?”
“Well, I had my birthday 6 months ago. I may have lied slightly when I said I
had passed on the 1st of February. I scored 42 points. But I was so sure that
when July came around I would pass, that I thought it would be safe to say I
had passed first time. Then I would come back in July, pass it, and carry on my
life as though nothing had happened. No one needed to know. Plus how many
people fail on the second time round? I must be the only one I think. My
parents even raised me to be a hum! They didn’t want me to suffer the life of a
sub, so they tried everything to stop it. And it still didn’t work!” Nick says
angrily.
“You do realise that being a sub isn’t down to DNA, but because of traits you
are simply born with? Anyway, I’m interested to know, what does that make your
ID?” Blaine asks, trying to continue a conversation, while changing the
subject.
“010216-9103-6. The same format as yours, but with a 6 to show I was not
labelled on my birthday. What a shitty way to spend a birthday, in this shit
hole.”
“Language Nick.”
“Like it’s your birthday. You are finally old enough to drive. But what do you
spend the day doing? Going to an appointment. And if you have an early
appointment and fail, you have absolutely no time to celebrate, and before you
know it, you have your humanity took away and a burning iron on the back of
your neck. It’s not fair. And anyway Blaine, why do you care if I swear? If I
remember correctly you are the worst for swearing at warbler practice.”
“Way to make a man feel good Nick.” Nick looks confused, so Blaine elaborates.
“My appointment was at 11am on my birthday.”
“When was your birthday? You never told anyone.” Blaine glares at Nick, surely
the boy wasn’t that naive. “Oh shit, it was yesterday?” Blaine nods his head.
“I knew I would be marked a sub, so I kind of expected it. Not to say I wasn’t
still panicked when I was took to get my blood tested. And that’s why I never
told anyone my birthday; I knew I would have to say goodbye if you all knew,
and I couldn’t bring myself to do that. Better I just disappeared and let
everyone find out once I was already gone. Which in a way is exactly as you
have done, just I got my expected outcome and you didn’t. And to answer your
question, I care about you swearing because I care about you. Yes you might not
like this situation, but if you don’t follow the rules you won’t be around to
see the small joys of life.”
“Are you crazy? There isn’t going to be any joys as a human fuck toy!”
“There may not be, however if you’re not around there is no way to find out is
there?” Blaine asks.
“Fuck you and your inspirational crap.” Blaine doesn’t really know what to say
to that, so instead he picks up the bottle on the table. He eyes it warily, not
knowing what the substance inside is.
“I wouldn’t drink it.” Nick states. “It’s some kind of drugged water, meant to
relax the subs to help the transition.” He says mockingly. Blaine purposely
takes a huge gulp, both because he is famished, and wanting to prove a point to
Nick.
“I’m not going to starve or dehydrate myself, not when I’m sure I will be
forced to once we are moved to the sub house. So I’m going to enjoy the little
things I’m given for the next week.” Blaine says, and starts eating from the
bowl in front of him. He thinks its pea soup, but can’t be certain that’s what
the mushy liquid is. He also has two pieces of wholegrain bread, Blaine’s least
favourite type, but he dips it into the soup anyway. It was surprisingly better
than he expected, although would have been better if it was warm.
Just as he finishes eating, Puck comes back in.
“You two have been very quiet; I would have thought you had a lot to talk
about?” He says, staring mainly at the still pouting form of Nick. Neither of
the boys say anything. Puck pulls out a pair of handcuffs and walks over to
Nick, who gets up and doesn’t protest as his hands are locked behind him.
Blaine expects Puck to cuff him as well, but instead Puck leads Nick to the
door.
“Come on Blaine.” He says, realising Blaine hasn’t followed.
“Hold on a second. You are letting Blaine walk around uncuffed, just trusting
him to follow, whereas you never take me anywhere without them. Even though I
have been here much longer! And he is special enough to be allowed a name?”
Nick demands.
“Yes, because Blaine isn’t an asshole.” Puck states as a matter of fact.
Without checking Blaine is following, Puck leaves the room. Blaine does follow
however, not wanting to get lost in the maze of corridors. Eventually they
arrive at a cell Blaine doesn’t recognise. Puck pulls open the unlocked door
and walks in with Nick, walking until he is face first against the far wall,
standing on a mat almost identical to Blaine’s. Blaine decides to wait outside,
instead watching.
“Ok, 9013. You know the drill, but I feel I should repeat myself so we are
clear, since it hasn’t stuck yet. I uncuff a hand, you put it on the wall above
your head. I uncuff the second hand, it joins its friend on the wall. They stay
there until you hear the door lock. Got it?” Puck waits for a nod, but doesn’t
get one. He sighs and uncuffs Nick as he explained. He pauses for a second,
making sure it doesn’t appear as though Nick is going to try anything, then
slowly turns around to make sure Blaine is still there while walking out.
Turning round was his mistake though, as no sooner has he walked two steps,
Nick had punched him round the back of his head. Part of Blaine is in awe at
the move, wishing he’d had Nick on the Dalton fight team, the other half of him
feels bad for Puck. Before he can really understand what was going on, Nick had
ran out of the cell and past Blaine, not stopping.
“Shit.” Puck curses. “Blaine, if you don’t run off I will come up with a huge
reward for you.” He starts chasing Nick down the hallway, cursing.
Blaine realises he has two options, to stay or to wonder. He decides to wonder
down the corridor, far enough to have a nose but close enough Puck will still
see him when he comes back.
The corridor he is in is one of the longest ones he has seen in the building so
far. He walks down the far end, opposite to the direction Nick and Puck had
run. On the same side of Nick’s cell were there are no other doors, just a long
white wall. On the other side there is a door every few feet. 12 to be exact.
He decides to have a look into the room marked 7. Opening the door he realises
it is no larger than a school broom cupboard. However instead of mops and
buckets, it is filled with boxes, each one with a year on. He locates the 2036
box, and discovers there are two. He decides to have a look through the second
one as it doesn’t look to be as full, and he doubts he has long before Puck
will return.
However once he pulls it off the shelf he sees something the makes him pause.
Lying on top of the unlidded box is a picture of him. His school photo. He
pushes it to the side and looks underneath. There are loads of documents about
him, more than what he handed over yesterday. Someone must have done a lot of
research into him in the last 26 hours or so. He sees a paper titled test
report, and curiosity gets the better of him.
 
230716-5226. Previously Blaine Devon Anderson. Tested by S Sylvester, OSO area
4 manager.
Upon first impression it was clear 5226 was a sub. This was confirmed when the
necessary points had been accumulated in 7 minutes. After a minor freak out he
was subordinate, without any direction. Blood test shows no illnesses or
infections. During the first 12 hours in the cell with no contact he appeared
calm and relaxed, not fighting his cuffs or any attempts to escape. Branding
was less smooth, and involved lots of begging, however he submitted to it
quicker than most, resulting in the branding being unsmudged and clear,
although waiting for picture confirmation after healing.
 
Blaine doesn’t know what to make of the report. Half of him is happy it makes
him look well behaved, which will hopefully work in his favour, however the
other half thinks it makes him sound weak willed. He hastily puts the box back
and leaves the room. He notices Nick’s cell door is still open, so continues
down the corridor in the direction he was going previously, assuming Puck
hasn’t been back yet. When he reaches the end the corridor goes both left and
right. Checking once more that Puck hasn’t returned, he goes left. Before long
there is another corridor on the left. One he recognises. He sees room two, the
room he entered as a hum and left as a sub. He knows if he runs, he could
probably make it out the door before anyone caught up with him. But he knows he
wouldn’t survive long, naked and with a sub mark. He starts walking forwards,
still unsure that he is where he thinks he is. It seems strange that they would
keep the sub that’s trying to run away, near the one place (that he knows of)
that he can get out, but he supposes that normally the hardest things to find
are those right under your nose. Before he reaches room two, the door opens. He
freezes, knowing that no matter what he does he will be caught. Out from the
room comes Sue, and another person he recognises. Jeff. They are talking to
each other and smiling. Jeff notices Blaine stood watching, and pauses, trying
to understand what his eyes are seeing. This causes Sue to look, and her
expression to instantly change from friend to foe.
“You little shit.” She spits at Blaine before turning to address Jeff.
“Jeffery, if you could be kind enough to show yourself out. You can pick up
your documents from the desk on the way.” She turns back to Blaine and starts
advancing on him.
“Jeff!” Blaine shouts, wanting to say something before it’s too late, but Sue
is quickly approaching. “Nick is here as well. Tell everyone we are both sorry
for not saying goodbye.” The last thing he remembers is Jeff opening his mouth
in shock, before a swift kick to the stomach causes him to fall to the floor,
passing out.
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Blaine wakes to the sound of shouting, still on the floor in the corridor.
“Puck, you hurry up and get your arse here now.” Sue booms.
“Shit, what happened?” He hears from somewhere.
“You tell me. I had just finished an appointment, and here he is, standing in
the corridor. Not only is this going to be headline in the news for a while,
since someone saw him – who recognised him no less – and watched me knock him
out, I need to know what caused him to be so close to making a run for it!
Explain.”
“I was bringing them both back from lunch, and thought I would take 9103 back
first, since he causes the most hassle. However as I was leaving his cell he
spun around and hit me, before taking of in the other direction. I chased after
him, telling 5226 to stay where he was, and obviously being incorrectly
trusting.”
“So you thought; I know, I’m going to chase after the one who has run away from
the exit and leave the other one unrestrained, to easily wonder off and run
away. You should have shut him in the cell temporarily while you went for your
jog!” Sue hisses. “You are so lucky I came out my room at the right time,
otherwise you wouldn’t still be stood here with a job.”
“Jeff wouldn’t tell.” Blaine whispers, not really believing it but wanting to
get Puck out of some trouble.
“Oh shut up faggot! I don’t want to hear anything from you.” For some reason
that word gets to Blaine more than the other names Sue has used. He coils into
himself. “Get him to his cell. I don’t want to see either of you for a while.”
With that, Blaine hears Sue walking off.
Puck picks him up without saying anything, and carries him in a firemen’s lift
through the maze to his cell.
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The rest of the week followed a similar pattern, but much less uneventful. Puck
would come late morning to take him to wash, going through the whole event
without a word. The cream for the brand became less painful daily, until his
7th day in the centre (the 29th), where the gauze was left off for good. He was
then taken straight to lunch on his own, with Puck silently in the room
monitoring him. He assumed Nick and him where no longer allowed to see each
other, because he was then led straight back to his cell and left until dusk,
where Puck would lead him back to the toilet once again. Then the whole thing
was repeated the next day. Until it wasn’t.
***** Hunter Clarington *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Puck walks into Blaine’s cell, just like he had every other day. Blaine stands
up and walks over to Puck, and Puck takes hold of his arm, before leading him
to the wash room area. However, after finishing being washed – although still
with the lack of a tooth brush, Blaine even able to smell the stench of his own
breath – Puck leads him in a different direction, one he doesn’t think he has
been in before. Blaine doesn’t ask why, ever since that second day where he
‘tried to run away’, every time either of them spoke to the other it was always
kept minimal and impersonal, using Sir and 5226.
The corridor opens up at one side, looking like a large room on his left. The
‘room’ side is filled with tables, much like in a school canteen, while the
area directly between the two halves of the corridor was left clear. Sat at the
front few tables are 8 men in suits. They pause their conversations as Blaine
is walked in, watching. Puck leads Blaine into the centre of the empty area,
where there are a couple of piles of long chains. Puck stops walking as soon as
one of the piles is just behind Blaine, and Blaine hears the rattle of chains
as they are picked up. The end has a pair of cuffs, which Puck uses to
immobilise Blaine’s hands behind his back. Looking down, Blaine notices that
the chain is bolted to the floor, meaning there are no ways to escape, and no
ways to hide any inch of his exposed skin from these strange men. Looking back
up, he realises that most the men have gone back to their previous activities,
only a few still looking at him.
He thinks back, counting how many days he has been at the centre. Today would
be the 10th day, if he includes his birthday, making it the 1st of August.
Blaine’s heart plummets, realising these must be the people from the sub house.
After approximately 10 minutes he hears a commotion to his right, and looks to
see Puck walking back with a struggling Nick. Nick’s whole body seems to be
covered in bruises in various stages of healing, and despite his attempts to
get out of Puck’s grasp, he is clearly a lot worse than the last time Blaine
saw him a week ago. Blaine also notices that Nick is walking with a definite
limp. Nick is led to the chains next to Blaine, secured in the same way but
with his other set of cuffs still on.
Once Puck had stepped back against the corridor wall, all conversations halted,
as though there had been some auditable instruction, and one of the men stands
up. Blaine watches him, and despite knowing his vulnerability he doesn’t drop
eye contact. The man walks forwards until he is standing directly in front of
Blaine. He appears in his mid-thirties and about 6 foot tall. Blaine has to
look up to hold his gaze, however he ends up dropping his eyes after a few
seconds, despite every conscious thought telling him not to give in to the man.
Instead he grinds his teeth agitatedly.
“Oh no no no, we don’t want you ruining those teeth of yours.” The man says
patronisingly, trailing his fingers down Blaine’s cheek in what he assumes is
meant to be a comforting manor, but couldn’t be further from it. Blaine shuts
his eyes, but stops his grinding. The man stops his hand under Blaine’s chin,
pushing gently on the soft area to force Blaine’s head up. “Let me see your
eyes.” He says in a seductive tone. Blaine reluctantly opens them, after
another finger pushes the sensitive area. He notices the man has intriguing
green eyes, and Blaine could imagine getting lost in them if it was a different
situation. He quickly adverts his eyes. After what seems like forever, another
man speaks up.
“Come on Hunter, we have a lot of distance to cover today.”
The man – Hunter – takes a few more seconds before removing his hand and
stepping backwards to get a better view of him. Blaine wishes he could run and
hide, but with the confirmation of a quick tug against the chain’s bolt, he
knows he isn’t going anywhere. Instead he drops his head once again and
slouches, in an attempt to make himself smaller, but keeps watching the man.
Hunter runs his eyes over Blaine’s body several times – taking extra time with
his crotch – before walking behind him. Blaine didn’t like the man in front of
him, but hates it even more with him behind. After a short time Blaine feels
hands touching his brand, causing him to flinch.
“Jumpy little thing, aren’t you?” Hunter asks rhetorically. Hunter starts
moving his hands, stretching the skin slightly and pulling it at odd angles,
not enough that it would cause pain to undamaged skin, but causing Blaine to
hiss at the contact on his still unhealed burn. “This is wonderfully done,
don’t think I’ve seen a brand this clear for a while. Well done.” He says off
to the side. Blaine doesn’t look, but assumes Sue has joined them at some
point. “Ohh, I do like you. I’m going to have to keep an eye on you and save
up, I need to replace my current personal sub but you may be even out of my
price range. Although being head of the company may allow me to pull some
strings.” A shiver runs down Blaine’s spine. He knows sub owners don’t tend to
be the nicest of civilians, but this man just seems pure cruel. Luckily he
chooses this moment to leave and examine Nick, allowing Blaine to attempt to
close the door on all the horrible images floating round his head at the man’s
words.
“I hear you have been a hassle, late bloomer.” The man snarls at Nick. Although
Blaine is curious as to what the man is saying, he zones out, almost separating
his mind from his body.
Blaine doesn’t know how long it is before he is snapped out of his daze by a
loud voice.
“Right then sluts. Introductions. I’m your Master. You may call me Master.
These people work at the sub house with me, you will address them all as Sir.
Females are of cause Ma’am. The basic rules you need to know for now, before we
reach the sub house: always address a superior as Sir or Ma’am unless told
otherwise, don’t talk unless spoken to, and keep your head down at all times.
Are we clear?” Blaine and Nick nod, their heads both down. Something about this
man causes even Nick to obey. “Ok, let’s get you collared and get going, we
have 4 other places to stop.”
Finally, the panic that he should have felt from the beginning kicks in. He
starts frantically pulling at the chain, trying to get it to come loose.
However he makes no progress. He finally understands what Nick was talking
about when he was telling Puck that he had already had his free will taken.
Yes, he had already been branded, but that experience had contained a confusing
mix of emotions. The realisation that he would be expected to wear a collar
like a dog, like a human fuck toy as Nick had put it, makes his stomach drop.
Sure, he knew that subs wore collars, but he didn’t know.
He sees Hunter – Master – and one of the other men approaching with identical
leers on their faces. Nick is already fighting another man, with Puck trying to
restrain him. He looks back at Hunter – he won’t call him Master in his head,
he won’t – who is holding a thick black collar, looking robust enough to
withstand a lot of force – at least more force than can be used on a human
neck. There are three large ring hoops, and a small one next to the locking
system, all spaced evenly apart. A little silver metal tag is hanging off the
small hoop. As Hunter approaches Blaine, he sees the tag at the right angle,
allowing to him read the engraving:
Sub House
Of course, every slave has to wear a collar showing who owns them, and
apparently the sub house is no different. Blaine hates the reminder that he no
longer has ownership of his own body.
He takes a step back, running out of time and space before Hunter and his
colleague reach him, however the chain doesn’t reach any further. He only
managed that one step because of his height anyway. A hand grips his hair, and
a second one placed on his upper back as a warning, just below the brand.
“Let’s be a good little toy, and do as we are told. Stand still, or I will
allow John here to let his hand wonder.” Hunter says, as the hand on his back
diverts to squeeze his arse. He squeals and jumps forwards, mistakenly towards
Hunter.
“Oh good boy, so eager.” Hunter sneers as he slides the collar behind Blaine’s
neck before he can react. The buckle is done up below Blaine’s adams apple,
tighter than really necessary. He hears the lock engage, his neck truly to the
mercy of Hunter. “If you behave it will get loosened at the sub house.” He says
before walking away.
Blaine is uncuffed, and the chain is dropped, hitting the back of his right leg
on the way down to the ground. His hands are clasped together by John, and he
is pushed in the same direction Nick entered from. In front of him Nick is
getting the same treatment, but with two guards instead of one, and most of the
other men have come to surround them as they are led out. Hunter is the only
one left behind, stood talking to Sue outside of Blaine’s hearing. When he
passes Puck against the wall, he sees an expression of disgust mixed with
sorrow on the guards face. Without looking at him, Puck turns and walks off,
slightly slumped.
They walk out a door Blaine hasn’t seen before, leading into a small car park.
Blaine looks around and sees that the area is fenced in. His plan of running
was forgotten. Although even if it wasn’t, he doubts he could have made it far,
and he would have very soon been identified by his collar – and nakedness.
Blaine is roughly thrown in the back of a large black van with the OSO logo on
the side, following Nick inside. He lands on his stomach, luckily managing to
avoid hitting his face this time since his hands where uncuffed, unlike on his
birthday. He sees Nick struggling to get up, having still had his hands cuffed.
He reaches over to help him as they are plunged into darkness with a loud bang.
 
Chapter End Notes
     I want to ask, what are your thoughts on having a klaine ending? i
     orriganly planned to have klaine at the very end, however it isn't a
     happily ever after, it will be a, oh shit what happens now kind of
     ending. i can't really explain it any more without spoiling it. Lets
     just say im the kind person who hates predictable, and likes throwing
     in curveballs.
     however im kind of tempted to make it a happy klaine ending, although
     im reluctant as it will end up being predictable, and i like the
     ending i am currently working towards, but i want to know if the
     people reading it are willing to risk the twist with me or would
     rather have a happy klaine ending. if i make it klaine, im thinking
     more people might read it,
     Im rambling now, sorry!
     to sum up, Happy klaine or artistic risk klaine ending?
     (Even if you are a new reader, im still interested to know your
     opinions! im still a little undecided!)
***** Arrival *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
They travelled for about 8 hours in the van, stopping four times to pick up
other subs. Each time, after the half hour stop, the door would open allowing
in a flood of light, blinding Blaine and his fellow occupants. Either one or
two people were thrown into the space, the door then shutting again before
Blaine’s eyes could adjust. He would help each of the fellow subs up, seeming
to be the only one unbound, and guiding them to the small bench running around
the edge of the van. He tried to make small talk with them, but only one girl
would respond to him – called Brittany. She was a slightly odd character, but
Blaine really liked her. It wasn’t long though before they ran out of non-
depressing things to talk about, and the back of the van descended into silence
once more.
When they finally reached the sub house, all 6 of the van’s occupants where
yanked out one by one by their collars, proving to be as strong as Blaine
suspected. Before he was able to get a proper look at the building, they were
all hustled inside, each with a guard restraining them. They come to a large
room filled with kneeling subs in neat lines. Blaine assumes these are all the
older kids at the sub house, there are about 10 lines of 10 at his guess, and
considering that he has been told the house tends to have around 120 subs, he
thinks he isn’t too far off. His group joins 5 other kneeling people at the
front, facing everyone else. From the nervous fidgeting, he assumes these are
other subs from within the same month as him. He is forced to kneel by the
guard, who then relocates his hand from Blaine’s collar to his hair, yanking
his head up uncomfortably to see the rest of the room. Blaine counts 12 rows,
each between 11 and 6 people long. He feels a small, strange, bit of pride at
having guessed so close. He inwardly chuckles at that thought, who knew he
would be reduced to feeling happy over such a small thing? He also counts 20
guards in his line of sight, as well as the 11 holding him and the others at
the front. It feels even more intense than he would expect a prison to be,
especially because it appears the other subs aren’t even making a noise just
through breathing. Hunter strides into the room and faces Blaine’s group.
“Welcome July lot. This is your first opportunity to get told the rules,
although you will get to join us each month when we welcome the new subs.”
Hunter indicates the kneeling subs behind him, genetically less than a year
older than Blaine, but physically they looked like they had been through years
of neglect and torture. Blaine figures that isn’t far from the truth. “No eye
contact. No answering back. No objections or complaining - you no longer have a
right to your own bodies. When you are told to do something, you do it straight
away. If I tell you to jump off a cliff, you better fucking jump. We do let you
walk if you behave, but as soon as you are not moving you are to kneel. Your
place is on the floor, you are not permitted to use any furniture unless
explicitly told so. If you haven’t been given instructions to, you should
assume you can’t. You may not ask for anything, unless you are told to beg.
“Your first month here is a kind of an adjustment period. We will teach you how
to be a sub: basic kneeling, basic commands, and basic expectations. From there
you will advance through training on different kinks, making sure you can
please both sexes, and handyman skills. Your final month here will be preparing
you for auction and your first master. In three days’ time you will get to
experience what the auction will be like, as although it’s August and the
returned subs that are for sale, we like to display our new stock to start
getting interest in you. Within the next three days, you will already be
obedient subs.” Hunter turns round to address the other subs, but Blaine has
blanked out of what Hunter is saying.
In three days’ time the guards expect them to be perfect already, if that’s
possible why is training a year long? And his place is on the floor? Plus, he
is gay, so how was he meant to please both sexes? It’s not a thing he can just
turn on and off. The role of a sub is starting to become too clear for Blaine.
He hears Hunters final line.
“… And with that all said, you are dismissed.” He turns back to face the line
Blaine is in, waiting for the other subs to leave before addressing them. “As
for you lot, time to get you broken in!” He says excitedly. Hunter walks out,
Blaine and his group are forced to follow by the guards who are once again
leading them by their collars.
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They had been led into an empty room, big enough for all 11 subs to cower on
the floor, but there wouldn't have been enough space if there had been many
more. The last sub had been pushed in, before they all heard the door lock.
Blaine was sat in one of the far corners, his back against the wall
protectively. No one dared to say anything, not wanting to verbally ask the
question they all wanted to ask, but none really wanted their suspicions
confirmed
Blaine knew exactly what it meant. Rich hums didn't want to have to train subs.
This laziness even overshadowed the desire to have an 'unused sub'. They were
all sat here waiting to have their virginity stolen. It would probably be the
best way to break all the subs initially, making them feel used and damaged,
then chucked back into the house to be treated like all the other 'pieces of
property'. Blaine knew it would be especially painful, he just hoped it wasn't
Hunter who would be doing it. That man had took a special interest in Blaine,
and he couldn't wait to be as far away from him as possible.
After a short amount of time, two guards in officer uniforms walk into the room
and grab the two closest subs - one of them being Nick - before hauling them
out. It happened so fast Blaine doesn't really know what happened until the
door was locked once again and he could process it. He sees a girl with long
blonde hair stands and walk over to him. A lot of people give her glares since
she was the next closest to the door, but when she sits down next to Blaine
they move to make room for her.
"What do you think will happen now?" She asks. Although Blaine didn't recognise
what she looked like, having been in the pitch black van, he recognises her
voice instantly.
"I'm not really sure Brittany." He says, not wanting to panic the innocent
girl.
"I know they will have sex with us, but then what will happen in the future?"
She asks, realising Blaine didn't know what she was referring to exactly.
"I'm just trying not to think about it." He replies solemnly.
"My Mom always told me to play a game when I need to take my mind off things.
Do you want to play a game with me? I recommend pat-a-cake. It's from England,
I learnt it when I lived there for a year." She says naïvely.
"What's that?"
"Well, there is this rhyme you say while clapping your hands in a routine.
Would you like me to show you?" Deciding that he had nothing to lose, and he
really does want to take his mind of everything, he decides to embrace the
childish game. Surprisingly, Blaine really enjoys playing and finds it has
helped dissipate the worry that was bubbling inside him.
The door is opened again, a guard giving Blaine and Brittany a hard glare
causing them to stop playing and drop their heads guiltily, before grabbing
another sub by his collar and yanking him out.
Once he is gone however, Blaine and Brittney burst out laughing, the guard not
having effected their enjoyment. They resume playing.
Before long, Brittany relocates to another partner, all of the subs in the room
having taken great interest in their game, which involved lots of fits of
giggles when one of them missed the others hand. Blaine turns to the girl sat
next to him, as Brittney starts playing with her new partner.
"Hi, I'm Blaine." He says, holding his hand out for the Asian girl to shake.
"T...T...Tina." She stutters, taking his hand.
"Do you want to play? I'm told it helps take your mind of everything!" He
smiles.
"O...Okay." She replies, looking generally happy Blaine had asked. Blaine
teaches her the hand movements; a simple repetition of an individual clap, then
clapping together the diagonal hands of each party, before repeating again but
this time with the other hand. They start playing, Blaine taking over
Brittany's role of singing to produce the rhythm to clap to:
'pat-a-cake pat-a-cake, baker's man.
Bake me a cake as fast as you can.
Pat it and shape it and mark it with B.
And bake it in the oven for baby and me.
Pat-a-cake pat-a-cake, Bakers man.
Bake me a cake as fast as you can.
Roll it up, Roll it up.
And throw it in a pan.
Pat-a-cake pat-a-cake, bakers man'
He had been so absorbed in singing he hadn't noticed that everyone was watching
him in awe until he came to the end of the repetitive song. He looks up, and
also notices the guard watching him from the door. He freezes in fear, smile
falling from his face.
"I want you. Now." He demands. Blaine is still frozen though. "Did you not hear
me slut? Now!" He almost shouts, loud enough to wake Blaine into action,
quickly getting up and making his way across the small room. The guard grabs
his collar, and as had been done with all the other subs, he gets yanked out of
the room by the guard, almost tripping. He muffles a scream at the added
pressure on his still unhealed brand, the pain bringing him back to reality as
though he has just ran head first into a wall.
As they walk away from the room he had felt so safe in, he hears several voices
start singing the rhyme once again, slowly fading as he is led away.
Chapter End Notes
     Pat-A-Cake was one of my favourite games as a young child in school.
     I'm not sure if it is done in the USA as well, as all googling has
     led me to it being from the UK, which is why i made Brittany
     introduce it like this. Apologies if it is something done in the USA
     as well!
     ***edit*** it seems to appear it is done in the usa as well, so as
     soon as i have the chance i plan to change this chapter to
     accommodate for that fact!! before that happens tho, i apologise.
     just blame it on the au setting for the time being :D
***** Lost 'V' *****
Chapter Summary
     Warnings for rape (no matter what hunter says) and non-con.
     as requested, we have the return of unwanted arousal in this chapter,
     I hope it doesn't disappoint :/
      
     As always i really appreciate any comments! And if you have any
     requests as to what you want included, please let me know and i will
     try to work it in. (which is code for: although i roughly know what
     direction the story is going, i would appreciate any help in the form
     of prompts to get me there, and so i know i am writing what you want
     to read)
Blaine is taken into a large room with a double bed at the centre, however it
couldn't be further from a bedroom if it tried. All along the walls are various
hooks and pulley systems, which Blaine doesn’t have the faintest clue as to how
to use them – although he is sure he will soon -, as well as several cupboards
and draws. The guard takes him to one of the empty rings on the wall, and
pulling out a lead from his pocket, clips one end to the ring and the other
onto his collar, effectively chaining him to the wall. His hands get cuffed
tightly in front of him before the guard leaves the room without a backwards
glance.
Despite the lead having a simple clip, with his hands restrained he is unable
to unhook himself, the simplicity taunting him like a carrot on a string in
front of a donkey. Before he can become too frustrated or start to panic about
being restrained on his own, Hunter walks into the room. Although that in
itself brings a new wave of worry.
“Well hello, boy.” He began. “Since you have been well behaved in the van,
lets’ loosen this collar of yours a bit, like I promised.” He pulls out some
sort of key, and disengages the lock on his collar, before loosening it an inch
and relocking it. Blaine takes a huge breath, not realising how restrictive the
collar had been until it was looser. "Oh you look lovely stood like that, I'm
so glad I requested to have you. I’ve been waiting for this moment since I saw
you in holding, waiting to be the first to take you. You scream virgin, and the
image of taking your virginity almost softens my distaste towards you in that I
doubt I can afford you to have personally. As a little secret, just between you
and me, I never normally do this part of the job, but you are something
special. Seeing you stood here, presented for my pleasure, I might not be able
to make it to the bed. How appealing is the idea of your first time being
against this wall at your master’s mercy. I bet you would love that, my little
slut." He sneers.
Blaine shuts his eyes and tries to imagine he is not about to be fucked by this
man, but like Hunter kind of predicted, his dick likes the idea and steals his
concentration unwantedly. He feels a hand running over his body, tugging his
cock a few times. Blaine fights to prevent the moan building up from escaping
his lips; he doesn’t want to give this man the satisfaction.
"Your training starts here. Firstly, you don’t get to come without permission,
which is only given by earning it. So far, you haven’t earned it.” Hunters hand
leaves Blaine’s body, and he feels relieved. “What you are currently in is the
standard sub restraint; although we are sometimes more creative with how we do
it." Blaine opens his eyes worriedly, noticing the lust in Hunter's eyes. There
is a sharp shock through his thigh, causing him to produce a high pitch scream
and his knees to buckle, only to then be silenced by his collar connected to
the wall, choking him. Hunter doesn't help, but Blaine manages to get his
footing fairly quickly, allowing him to breathe once again.
"I'm sure you were told that you keep your head down at all times. However you
bring me to my first point. This is a Taser." Hunter brings the item up into
Blaine's eye line. "Normally I would use whips and paddles, however this is
much easier to use while you are new and need reminding of the rules often. And
it doesn't mark up as bad while being just as effective, so I haven’t got to
worry about damaging you. If you disobey a rule, you get to meet Mr. Taser
here. Is that understood?"
"Yes." Blaine replies, shakily nodding his head to emphasise his understanding.
However he gets another shock from the Taser, this time on the other leg. Once
again he loses his footing, but this time he doesn’t make a noise, having not
completely got his breath back from the last time. Slower than before, he gets
back to his feet and is able to breathe once again. Hunter gives him a moment,
watching him in a way that makes Blaine's skin crawl.
"See, this is one reason I don't particularly like Tasers, every time you force
me to shock you, you almost suffocate yourself. Let’s try it again, and you can
address me properly this time. If you disobey, you get Tasered. Do you
understand?"
"Y..yes m...master." Blaine stutters, looking at his feet. He really doesn't
want to undergo that pain again. He understands why they can bring down a fully
grown male gym addict.
"Okay, let’s move you to the bed, I'm bored of standing and talking." He says,
unclipping the lead from the wall hook and walking Blaine over to the bed.
Blaine feels like a pet, being led from the end of a lead by his ‘master’. He
hates the dehumanisation of it, and knows it’s only going to get worse during
his time at the sub house.
Hunter yanks the lead once they reach his intended destination, causing Blaine
to fall as his knees come into contact with the bed. Before he can right
himself, the far end of the lead is being attached to a hook on the headboard,
causing Blaine to lie sprawled out on his stomach unable to get up. He twists
round onto his back so he can watch as Hunter walks away towards one of the
units along the wall, before returning with something in his hands.
“These are your wrist cuffs, you will wear these most of the time, although
they will come off if they are an inconvenience for us during certain
activities, or sometimes you can earn it as a reward. The best part of them is
that you can lock yourself together. Watch this.” Blaine watches Hunter press
the two thick leather cuffs together. He can see that a small hook on the sides
of each one has been pushed open by the motion, allowing the two cuffs to link.
Then as the pressure is released, the hooks close automatically, like tiny
carabiner clips. Hunter pulls the cuffs away from each other, but due to the
direction of the latch, the cuffs do not unhook. “Now they can only be undone
manually, and due to your wrists being locked, you can’t do it yourself.
Sometimes you will be asked to latch yourself, mainly if there is an emergency
and your master needs his attention elsewhere, but sometimes for other reasons
which you may not understand. However whether you know why or not, you do it
without a thought, understood?”
“Yes master.” Blaine answers, almost robotically. Hunter smiles.
“That’s a good boy. See, these are such a great invention, for you as well as
us!” Hunter unhooks the cuffs from each other, and places them round Blaine’s
still bound wrists. “They also are good for binding you to the bed and other
objects with strong enough hooks.” He chuckles as he places the new cuffs round
Blaine’s wrists before removing the one the guard had used. He then starts
manoeuvring Blaine’s wrists so each hand is attached to opposing corners of the
head board, leaving him laid on his back. Blaine tries fighting against Hunter,
thrashing his arms and kicking his legs, but it doesn’t faze Hunter, and before
he realises, Blaine is securely tied to the bed, hands at each side of the bed
and his collar chained in the middle.
“Please, please don’t master.” Blaine begs.
“Oh your begging is turning me on boy.” Hunter purred. “Don’t what?”
“Don’t r…rape m…me, master. Please d…don’t, master.” He whispers.
“Boy, you have a lot to learn. You see, even by law, this isn’t rape. For it to
be rape you would have to have ownership of your own body. But this here,”
Hunter runs his hand along Blaine’s collar, tugging the tag stating him as
belonging to the sub house. ”Well, this here shows you don’t. You are an
object, not a person. A belonging, and you belong to me. Because of that, I can
do whatever I want with my property, to you.” Blaine starts kicking his legs
out, aiming simply for contact with Hunter. Instead he hears a chuckle as
Hunter moves out of his reach. Looking up, he notices he has started stripping,
his short and slim cock springing free from his underwear. Blaine looks away in
disgust, although secretly happy that he is much bigger than Hunter. He walks
back over, settling himself at the foot of the long bed, out of Blaine’s reach.
“You have two options from here onwards. Do as you are told, either willingly
or not. Which one do you chose? As a bit of advice, if you do something
willingly it’s much less painful for you.” Blaine doesn’t respond, instead
crossing his legs over each other, trying to prevent Hunter from getting closer
to his intended goal. “I am far too interested in you for my own good.” He
mutters, but Blaine just able to hear what he says. Hunter continues. “I’m
going to give you a hint. Open your legs for me whore.” Whore. Blaine guesses
that’s what he is now, despite his previous beliefs of how sex is an act to
share with that person you love. All he is now is a whore for people to fuck
until he can no longer walk. He feels a pinch on the bottom of his foot,
causing him to flinch but not give in. “Ok, you have had more warnings than I
should have given.” There is a bit of movement on the bed, before an extreme
pain in his cock. That bastard had Tasered his dick! Blaine fights the urge to
vomit or pass out. He doesn’t want to imagine what Hunter will do if he covers
the sheets in puke, nor can he imagine Hunter changing his plans just because
his ‘possession’ is passed out. He feels his legs being moved, but he is too
weak to fight it.
Once the nausea settles, he looks forwards to see Hunter sat between his legs,
preventing him from closing them. He shuts his eyes and leans his head back
against the pillow, trying to organise his mind. His current situation: being
tied naked to a bed, with a man wanting to rape him sat between his legs. He
can’t think of a way out of it – if he doesn’t want to do something he will be
made to. Fighting will cause more pain, but he doesn’t want to give in
willingly, despite still being light headed. He feels something blunt pushing
against his hole and panics. This is it, and he still hasn’t found a way out.
One of Hunters fingers slides into Blaine’s unused hole. He hisses at the pain,
the roughness of it as Hunter fucks Blaine with his dry finger. This is not how
Blaine planned his first time at all. He was going to meet someone he loved,
and after being together and slowly progressing through the relationship
stages, they would both be comfortably ready for penetrative sex. Blaine would
set out candles and cook a meal, before slowly working their way through to the
bedroom. Then after lovingly praising every inch of his boyfriend’s skin,
Blaine would top, gently and lovingly. Although his friends all said he was a
bottom, he knew he was by far the best twerker at school, there is no way he
wouldn’t put that to use. He feels himself getting harder at the image in his
head. Waking Blaine from his daydream with another burst of pain, a second
finger of Hunters was thrust inside. He hadn’t yet adjusted to the first
finger. He wishes for his dick to soften, however he has gone past the stage of
turning back, and his dick, having had the head start of his imagination, was
now reacting to the fingers his brain was trying to ignore.
“Oh slut, taking it so good for me. I’m so glad I opted against protocol and
decided to prep you, getting to feel you clench and expand around my fingers
like the little whore you are.” Hunter marvelled. Blaine hates the thought that
Hunter had considered taking him unprepared, surely that would have caused a
lot of pain, and even have damaged Hunter’s property. Blaine feels the fingers
leave him, only to be replaced by something much larger and thicker. His body
tries to reject the foreign object, but Hunters dick is stronger. “Just so you
know, you aren’t allowed to cum today, you have to earn that.” Wait. Blaine
didn’t seriously just consider himself property, did he? He pushes the thought
to the back of his mind, he is not property, he’s a person.
Although thankful Hunter had used lube on his dick, it doesn’t lessen the
intense burning inside Blaine. He tries to kick his legs out to throw Hunter
off balance, but Hunter just relocates his hands to Blaine’s thighs, stopping
him from attempting again. Instead he tries to separate his mind from his body,
deciding that his only escape is getting away mentally since he can’t
physically. He manages to an extent. Distantly, he feels Hunter’s pace quicken,
and hopes this means it will be over soon. He vaguely remembers his own dicks
hardness and cringes, knowing Hunter will take it to mean Blaine is getting
hard from his dick fucking his arse. Blaine hates to even contemplate that that
may be part of the reason for the increased blood flow to his cock, and instead
chooses to ignore it. Finally, he feels Hunter reach his climax, Blaine feeling
it’s safe to come back down to reality as Hunter removes himself from Blaine’s
arse. He notices Hunter removing a condom, one he hadn’t noticed earlier, and
relief floods him in the knowledge that at least there was some layer between
him and his abuser.
“That’s a very good slut, letting me get off while not letting go yourself. You
will learn that whenever you do something good like this, you will get a
reward. For this, I’m going to fetch a plug for you. That way when I come back
later it won’t be nearly as painful than without it, seeing as I’m only
generous to stretch you the once for today.” Blaine groans in horror of the
idea he could be fucked without being prepped, but Hunter takes the noise as
confirmation Blaine liked the reward, returning and shoving in a plug before
turning on his heels and leaving. He shifts uncomfortably at the intrusion,
slightly smaller than Hunter was.
Blaine is left feeling used, fucked and tied to a bed. He doesn’t even attempt
to find a way to reduce his hard-on problem, the pain in his arse being his
biggest concern. He stares up at the ceiling, trying to distract himself from
thoughts of the last 20 minutes of his life. He doesn’t know how long he is
left for, but it was at least long enough for his dick to soften of its own
accord. He falls asleep to the thought of Jeff and all his other friends from
his old life.
***** Broken *****
That night Hunter returned once more, as well as two other guards at separate
occasions. They brutally beat into him, leaving bruises and cuts behind.
Surprisingly Hunter had been the kindest, treating Blaine almost like a human,
whereas the guards had just fucked him as though he was a human fleshlight,
like the object he now is considered to be. Once the last guard had finished
with him, he was unchained and carried out of the room, too broken and sore to
support his own weight on his legs. When the guard told him to latch his cuffs
together, he did it without thinking or questioning.
He had been taken to a room filled with steal cages like that in a homeless
animal shelter, a solid floor and sides round the cage, with the door formed of
vertical bars. Each cage was the height of half the room, one on top of the
other. In total there were 16 of these cages, 8 along one wall and 8 on the
other, facing each other with a narrow gap for a walk way. At the end of the
walkway there was another door, snuggly fitting between the two rows of cages.
Blaine was thrown into the first cage in the top row, the ones opposite and
below him having been filled already. Nick was in the cage directly opposite
him, which was comforting yet agitating, seeing his friend so close yet out of
reach. Neither of them in the mood to acknowledge the other, they both stay
silent.
The flooring of the cage is slightly padded. He looks down out of interest and
sees it is some kind of spongey material. Recognition dawns on him, it’s the
same type of material his mother used to put on his mattress when he was young
and wet the bed; waterproof bed pads. Blaine hopes this doesn’t mean what he
thinks it means – he will be expected to go to the toilet like an animal, and
then to sleep in his filth. He must be looking into it wrong.
He looks around his cage. It’s tall enough to sit upright, and even just tall
enough for him to crouch, but not tall enough for him to stand. For once he is
happy about his mere height. The cage is not very deep; laying at the back on
his side, his linked arms can just reach the metal door. As for the width of
the cage, Blaine would fit if he cut his knees off; instead he pulls them up
towards his chest. It’s not the most comfortable of positions, but after his
treatment that evening, he falls asleep almost instantly, not disturbed even
when the other remaining subs are brought into the room.
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Blaine is woken up by a loud commotion. He shoots up into a sitting position
defensively, unsure of what’s going on. He sees Nick being restrained by a
short woman with black hair, wearing a dress similar to those in hospitals. The
most noticeable thing about her is the collar, exactly like his. However she
must be something different to him, none of the subs he saw yesterday had a
shred of clothing on. Although Nick was kicking and shouting, this girl – he
notices she can’t be much older than him – didn’t seem to be having any trouble
keeping Nick pressed forwards into the cages. In fact, she was using her
forearm to hold Nick while picking at her nails with both hands. Blaine tries
to guess what has happened, but is saved from guessing as Hunter appears.
“Thanks. What’s your name again girl?” He says to the collared woman.
“Santana, master.” She replies, looking down. Hunter clears his throat. “I
mean, I mean 9273 master. Sorry master.” She hastily corrects.
“I will let that slip past this once. Good girl.” Hunter praises. He grabs hold
of Nick’s arm, but Santana doesn’t let go until Hunter nods to her. “You may
go, I will finish in here. You and the other one can go to the station, and I
will send someone down to give a reward as soon as I have a chance.” She almost
runs from the room. Hunter turns back to Nick, and starts growling into his
ear. “What was your goal slut? What did you think you would accomplish trying
to beat up one of my older subs? Or are you simply turning on your own now? You
won’t have many allies left in this world, and yet you turn on those who are.
Have you not understood anything you have been told already? Let me say it in
simpler words: You, Do, As, You, Are, Told. When you are told to remain in the
cage, you do not get out of the cage. Understood?” Nick nods. “I want to hear
you slut.”
“Y…Yes m…master.” He stutters. Hunter pulls a lead from his pocket, and hooks
Nick to one of the bars on his cage door.
“You are going to stay this time. As for the rest of you, since you are all now
awake-” Blaine looks around and realises that some of the other subs from
yesterday are also in cages opposite him, and assumes the rest are in the same
row as he is, out of his sight. “-I am going to unlock your doors. You stay in
there until I tell you to leave. First lesson of today, you all get to see what
happens to subs who don’t do as they are told.” Hunter slowly works his way
around the room, unlocking Blaine last. He walks back to Nick, and unhooks the
lead from the cage before issuing one command and dragging Nick out. “Follow.”
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During the walk through various corridors, Brittany makes her way to Blaine’s
side. They don’t say anything, but Blaine finds comfort in just having the girl
next to him. A friendly face among the mass of nameless naked bodies. And
that’s all they are as they walk to an unknown destination, following Hunter,
all of them too nervous to express much emotion or personality. They have no
idea where they are going or what is in store, only that they themselves are
glad they are not Nick. Blaine feels very sorry for his friend.
Finally they walk into a large open space, almost like a canteen but without
tables. There are lots of subs either kneeling and eating, or walking with a
purpose, but none of them appear to notice the new arrivals. Either that or
they chose to ignore them. Blaine spots several people in a similar dress to
Santana, but not as many as there are naked. In the middle of the room are
several long poles sticking up from the floor. Hunter drags Nick towards the
centre one, before grabbing his linked wrists and attaching them to the pole
above his head. Hunter turns towards the rest of them, crossing his arms and
waiting. Blaine realises that they had come to a stop, but none of them had
kneeled like they are meant to. He hates being the first to move, but given
Hunters mood already, he doesn’t want to test his patience. Despite the
awkwardness his linked wrists, he drops to his knees. Shortly after everyone
has followed his lead.
“Well done everyone. I knew you would be quicker learns than this one here. We
always seem to have more trouble with those who had to be tested twice. Now,”
Hunter looks at Nick’s brand, peeking out from under his collar, “9103 here
needs to be taught a lesson. Something like the stunt he pulled – trying to run
away – would normally end in a much harsher punishment, but since it is only
your second day here, he is only going to get 20 lashes. You are all to watch
9103, and to not forget this.” Without another word Hunter turns to Nick and
picks up a large, narrow whip.
With the first lash, Nick lets out a horrific scream. Blaine can almost feel
the pain himself. As the whip is removed, there is already a red line from the
impact. The whip is back on Nick without a pause, the second lash coming down
with more force than the first. Nick lets out another shout, and as the whip is
pulled back Blaine can see that this one has broken the skin. There are still
18 more to go, but he is unsure how Nick will be able to take them all. Blaine
want’s to look away, but worries he will receive the same fate for disobeying,
several guards having joined the group to watch the other 10 subs. After the
7th strike, there is no scream, and Blaine realises that Nick has passed out.
Blaine watches the final 13 hits, grateful Nick isn’t able to feel them. At
least, he won’t feel them until he regains consciousness. Finally, Hunter puts
down the whip and turns to address the rest of them.
“Now, let us continue the day like we were meant to. Follow.” He commands,
walking out the room the same way they entered. Turning back he instructs,
“Make sure you pay attention to where we walk, you won’t have a guide forever.”
Blaine takes one final look at the unconscious, beaten body of one of his
closest friends, before following Hunter with the rest of the subs.
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Throughout the rest of the day, Brittany remains glued to his side. They still
don’t talk – one of the many rules they were told harshly without room for
debate. Before he knows it they are lead back into the canteen room for their
one meal of the day, a large lunch of processed roast beef and packet
vegetables. Although it wasn’t anywhere near his normal standard, it was
surprisingly better than he was expecting. But then again, they wouldn’t want
to completely destroy their looks; Blaine knows that healthy subs will sell for
more money.
Nick is still tied to the pole in the centre, seemingly unmoved from earlier,
but at least now conscious. Blaine starts walking in his direction, wanting to
comfort his friend, but is quickly directed back to the rest of the subs by a
guard before he is even half way there. Blaine doesn’t fight, instead hoping he
can catch Nick’s eyes at some point and send a supportive smile. However they
are directed out of the canteen area before Nick looks their way. Blaine
suspects it was with purpose.
The afternoon contains more teaching. How to kneel correctly, how to predict
what your master wants, knowing when a question requires a verbal answer or
when to keep silent. Everyone seemed to pick it up quickly, all in a daze from
the earlier events. For Blaine it was all a bit of a blur, his mind on Nick,
but fortunately enough of it sticks so that he doesn’t get in trouble. After
being told more rules and expectations, eventually the day draws to a close and
they are once again led back to their room with the cages. Blaine expected to
see Nick in his own cage, but when they arrive it is empty still. Instead the
only difference from the way they left it in the morning was the laminated
card, cable tied to the cage doors. They each have 4 numbers on. Blaine looks
at the cage he was in the previous night, and sees the paper say 5226. These
are obviously tags to identify who is in each cage when they can’t see their
brand.
They are informed that every evening they will be allowed a bit of downtime in
their ‘room’, able to chat and relax a bit, clean themselves up with a shower
(which Blaine discovers are located behind the other door in the room), before
one of the trained subs – the ones allowed clothing, having been returned from
previous owners and waiting to be resold at the next auction – will come and
lock them away in the cages for the night.
However, even though they are allowed to do pretty much anything they want
within the locked room, that night no one talks. When two trained subs – one of
them the girl from the morning – come an hour later to lock them in the cages,
they all climb in before latching their cuffs like instructed. All in all,
everyone was still very shook up by the whole Nick event and the sudden slap in
the face by their new reality. Blaine knew it was going to be bad, but he
thinks nothing could have broken them faster than watching the morning event.
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Nick eventually is returned to his cage sometime during the night. Although he
isn’t fighting the trained sub who brings him back, they still make enough
noise to wake Blaine and a few of the others. After being instructed to lock
his wrists and being thrown into his cage, the sub leaves without a word to the
others, relocking the door to the cell on their way out. Once Blaine thinks the
trained sub is out of ear shot, he speaks up.
“Nick! How are you?” He hears stiff movement before a reply, Nick moving so he
is facing Blaine despite being in the pitch black.
“Sore.” He chuckles. “I can’t take this. I wasn’t even trying to run away or
attach the girl this morning like they thought, I was just getting out of the
cage. It isn’t exactly comfortable in here, and they didn’t tell me not to.
Heck, they had even locked the main door behind them so I knew I couldn’t run,
and I assumed I was allowed out. But that girl had her head so far up her arse,
she didn’t realise what I was doing. Instead she sent the other dude to fetch
Hunter. You know the story from there. I bet she did it to get in Hunters good
books, knowing there would be a reward for it.”
“I’m so sorry Nick.”
“It’s not your fault, you were still asleep. I think I was the only one awake,
I didn’t feel safe enough to sleep like everyone else.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t believe you in that holding centre, and that I didn’t agree
with you. You were right, this isn’t the right way to spend your life, even if
there may be a few ups, it isn’t worth it.” Blaine sighs.
“Don’t give up on me now Blainey. It was that little speech in the centre that
has kept me sane all this time. All day I was in and out of consciousness. The
only thought on my mind was ‘Blaine is normally right, maybe it will get better
from here.’ I didn’t really believe myself, but it kept me sane when those
awful hums came to talk and patronise me throughout the day.”
“So what did you do all day?” Blaine asks, curious.
“Nothing. I was left like that all day. Someone brought me a drink not long
after you lot left at lunch. Then before I was brought back here that girl gave
me a quick run through of everything I missed being taught, then I was dragged
back here. Do you know who those people are, the ones in the dresses?” Nick
asks, trying to change the topic slightly.
“From what I have gathered, they are subs at least a year older. It appears
that when an owner no longer wants a sub, we get brought back here and then
resold at the next auction. I don’t know what they do all day but it seems its
work, the people in the kitchen all had collars on. I think they are left alone
a lot more than we are, and have a bit more responsibility.”
“Great. So even when we do get out of here, we will soon end up back.” Nick
huffs.
“Well, we could be stuck in Mrs Madril’s French class.” He grimaced, trying to
lighten the mood but failing. Nick however appreciates the attempt, and laughs.
“Yes. No more French homework ever!” He replies jokingly. Blaine can hear all
the meanings behind it, how there will be no more education, no need to know
anything other than how to do as they are told, no need to be them, but he
decides – like Nick – to take it at face value and make a laugh out of it.
They continue talking until way into the night, having not had any idea what
time Nick had come back, he couldn’t even approximate what time it is when they
start to fall asleep. They chatted as though they were not in this situation,
instead it was almost as though they were having another one of many sleep
overs round Nick’s, their friendship on the repair. Blaine hears a mumble from
Nick he can only just make out.
“I want out of here Blaine. I don’t care how, but I want out.” However Blaine
has fallen asleep before he can reply.
***** Braid *****
The third day follows almost exactly the same pattern as yesterday, but with a
much better start to the morning than before. Nick and Blaine stayed at each
other’s side all day, with Brittany also her ever comforting presence on
Blaine’s other side. Although over lunch they were unable to talk, they were
able to communicate in their own way of meaningful looks while the guards had
their attention elsewhere. The afternoon started off by following the same
pattern as yesterday, being retold a lot of the rules from yesterday by a
couple of guards, Nick being taught for the first time.
Mid-afternoon they are met once again by Hunter. He strides into the room as
though he has better places to be, and starts addressing all the subs without
looking down at any of the kneeling figures.
“As you probably have worked out, we have the auction tomorrow. Everything you
have been taught so far applies, but let’s reiterate they important ones so
there are no excuses. You are to stay kneeling all day, unless a dom asks you
to stand for them. You are not to converse with any doms beyond that of ‘Yes
Sir, No Ma’am’; they won’t care what you have to say anyway. And most
importantly, you are to keep your heads down at all times; the only exception
is if a prospective buyer tells you to look up, but as soon as they turn their
attention elsewhere I expect you to drop your heads once again. Now you get to
finish early for the day, spend the time making yourself presentable. You are
dismissed.”
Hunter walks out, and slowly Blaine and the rest of the subs rise as well. They
make their way down the corridors, only one guard following behind. Blaine gets
disorientated on the way, but it appears Brittany had learnt the layout of the
building already, so he allows her to lead. He has a feeling the rest of them
are just as happy as him that there is someone who knows the way already. As
soon as they have all made it back to their cell, the guard locks the door and
leaves without a word.
They all stand there like lost puppies, no one really sure what to do. Nick is
the first to move.
“Well, I’m going to have a shower before the water pressure disappears.” He
says, walking through the door to the wash room. Blaine decides to copy him.
It’s the first time he has ventured into the room, and it was pretty much how
he expected. It looked almost like the room in holding but larger - on
reflection Blaine thought that made sense, they were owned by the same company
for the same usage. Instead of the strange ratio of fittings however, this room
had exactly 4 of each. However there were no partitions between anything,
meaning no privacy at all. Blaine was hesitant to approach the toilet with his
friend in the room, but realised he would probably be more comfortable doing
his business in front of his friend than one of the others subs he is yet to
know, and chances are there will not be much time for privacy in this room
anyway, so he might as well get a taste of the waters before plunging in deep.
And it’s not as though Nick – or any of the other subs for that matter – hasn’t
seen him naked.
Blaine starts showering as Nick finishes, neither saying anything out of
embarrassment – despite the reassuring talk he gave himself before. As he steps
under the cold flow of water, he is joined by a smiling Brittany, who turns on
the shower next to him.
“Aww Blainey, you don’t look as puppy like with your hair wet! It’s not fluffy
anymore.” She greeted, oblivious to the tension in the room.
“It will be fluffier when it dries, just you wait Britt.” He chuckles.
“Can I pat it when it’s fluffy?”
“If you want to I guess. My Mom used to braid it sometimes when I was upset. It
was her way of cheering me up.” The memory of his Mom causes him to close in on
himself; he believes he needs to forget his past in order to survive being a
sub.
“You’re upset now.” She states. “I will style it once we finish in here.”
Blaine picks up the generic 2 in 1 shower gel and shampoo combo Nick had used
and squirts some onto his hand, before politely passing it to Brittany to use
as well. Of course the OSO couldn’t have given them the two separate products;
they wouldn’t have spent the extra money. Half of Blaine wonders if they will
even have access to anything once this one bottle has ran out. Maybe they are
only allowed it because they are being ‘displayed’ tomorrow.
Two other subs have also joined in showering in the time he has been there.
Neither of them he has spoken to yet. He isn’t sure if it is even worth finding
out their names, but then again a year is a long time to make friends – even if
they can’t be long term – so he resolves to at least find out the names of the
other subs.
There aren’t any towels in the room, so Blaine and Brittany both walk out of
the room dripping with cold water, lucky that it is the hottest time of the
year so they don’t feel frozen. Blaine hates to wonder what this place will be
like in the winter; he doesn’t think they will waste money on heating the whole
place. Blaine sees Nick sat in the far corner, on the floor like the rest of
the subs, and decides to go sit with his friend, Brittany following behind.
“Hey.” He greets them both sullenly.
“Hi! I’m Brittany. And Blaine says I can braid his hair.” Nick looks at Blaine
in shock, knowing Blaine would never let any of the Warblers touch his thickly
gelled hair. Blaine just shrugs in response, sitting down next to Nick with
Brittany on her knees behind him, eyeing up his hair.
They stay sat like that for a while, Brittany trying lots of different styles
in his hair but not coming to one she likes. At one point the girl he spoke to
two days ago – Tina – comes over and joins them. They don’t mention anything
personal – like school, hobbies or old friends – and instead talk about banal
topics, like the customer service at target.
A lot later a guard comes in, who is met with no resistance when he locks them
all in their cages. Although not everyone was involved in a conversation, the
more relaxed evening put most of them in a slightly better, more optimistic
mood. Idly, Blaine wonders why it was a guard who came rather than Santana, but
then again maybe she is under her own orders to get ready for tomorrow.
He falls asleep the quickest he has since being labelled a sub.
***** The Auctions *****
They were woken up earlier than normal by a guard striding in, banging on the
cage doors. He thought he was starting to recognise the guards by looks, but he
hasn’t seen this woman before. He started coming up with nicknames for the
guards to be able to differentiate them – sour face, Voldemort, and donkey to
name a few – but is yet to find something for this woman. Blaine sits up and
patiently waits for her to get round to him, opening the door but not
unlatching his cuffs when he presents his hands. He drops them shyly.
“All of you out. I need to check you are presentable before I take you down.
Hopefully, for your sake, you did all wash last night.” Blaine ungracefully
scrambles out of his cage, almost falling without the use of his hands. The
guard makes her way around the room, roughly grabbing each sub in turn and
slowly spinning them around, looking up and down their bodies, and then putting
something in their mouths. Blaine isn’t sure exactly what she is looking for,
but when she reaches him he moves without objecting, and she seems satisfied
with whatever she was looking for. She pops the object in Blaine’s mouth once
she has finished, and he relaxes when he realises it’s just a mint. He would
prefer being given a toothbrush, but at least it is something for the time
being.
“Ok.” She continues. “You already know the rules for today. I’m taking you down
to the hall now, we open the doors at half 7, although people don’t tend to
start arriving until 8, so you have about an hour. At mid-day we hold lunch for
the visitors, so you will get a break. Then the auction will start late
afternoon. This year it will not take too long as we only have 6 new subs and
20 returned subs, which is just over half of what we normally have to get
through. Once the auction is over, you will probably end up with more
attention, people being annoyed that they didn’t win an auction lot this time
so will look at what merchandise we will have in coming months.” A shiver runs
down Blaine’s spine, another reminder that he is simply an object to most of
the world. “As the night progresses though, you will become less popular,
seeing as we only lend out the older subs for a ‘trial night’. You will be
brought back a few hours earlier than the rest and be allowed a bit of time to
relax before lights out. Now that’s all said, follow me.” She says, turning on
her heels and walking out, not looking to see if they are following. Of course
they all do, after the demonstration they got yesterday when a dark haired sub
didn’t do as he was told; no one was going to risk it.
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After a surprisingly long walk, they arrive at a huge room Blaine hasn’t seen
before. It’s a strange shape, not one open space but several walls seemingly in
the middle of nowhere and for no apparent reason. Blaine and his group are led
to one end of the room, labelled with a 1, and told to kneel by one of the thin
chains on the floor within an area surrounded by three walls. Blaine and Nick
both end up next to each other, with Tina on Blaine’s other side and Brittany
opposite Nick. Several other guards join the first in clipping the chains to
the back loop on their collars. When a male guard makes his way round to
Blaine, he also unhooks his wrist cuffs before latching them once again behind
his back. Because of the angle, it means Blaine would now be unable to undo the
simple clip on the chain like he could have with his hands linked in front of
him. He looks up and notices that both Nick and Tina have been put in the same
position already, not just him.
Once the guards have finished, all but one leaves, obviously having other jobs
to do. The original female guard is the only one remaining, and she takes up a
position in the centre of the only exit. The ‘room’ they are in is square,
about 34 feet along each edge, missing one wall. Blaine counts four rows of
four chains – five of them not being used – spaced evenly within the room.
Blaine realises there is enough space between him and his neighbours for people
to walk. The strange set up of the main room makes sense now – these are like
cubicles, each month with their own one, allowing people to walk around and
inspect them. Looking out the gap past the guard, he sees an identical set up
opposite but labelled with a 2, possibly for the subs a month older than him.
The guard sees him looking around and strides over, swiftly slapping his face.
“You were told to keep your head down. Has it not yet stuck that when you are
told to do something, you do it?” She asks rhetorically. “Now if I have to come
over here again because of you, there will be a harsher consequence. Is that
understood?”
“Yes Ma’am.” He replies, with his head down, knowing the woman wanted a verbal
response. Without acknowledging him, she walks back to where she was stood
earlier. Blaine notices Nick looking at him in question, but pretends he hasn’t
seen.
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As predicted, people don’t start turning up until an hour later. By that time
Blaine’s knee’s where already incredibly sore. Yes, he may have had to spend
the last few days on his knees, but not for an hour without moving, and he
doesn’t dare fidget in case it causes the guard to come back over. He had
decided to call her ‘slapper’, since she so far has been the only one to not
use a Taser for a minor punishment. Plus it feels appropriate.
It takes another hour before people start appearing at their cubical, the first
few people only pausing to look at the number before moving on. By this time
the other subs have all started fidgeting slightly as well, so far unnoticed by
slapper.
The next person who visits walks down the rows, grabbing a few heads to force
the targeted sub to look up, but he soon leaves, apparently not finding what he
wants. This is repeated a few times, but thankfully Blaine isn’t touched by
anyone. Nick however isn’t so lucky, and gets man handled by almost every
visitor. By the sixth person Blaine can see Nick straining not lash out, and by
the seventh he does.
The current offender had squatted down so he was only slightly taller than
Nick, and grabbed the hair on the back of his head to yank it at uncomfortable
angles.
“Kneel up toy.” The man instructs, pulling once again on Nicks hair. Slowly he
obeys, taking as much time as he can to move the short distance, agitating the
man. “Not bad.” He says, reaching his hand out to touch Nick’s cock.
“Don’t you dare touch me!” Nick shouts. The man pauses briefly, then while
still holding Nick’s head with one hand, proceeds to slap his face repeatedly.
Fortunately slapper notices the event and walks over, asking the man to stop.
He walks to the exit of the cubical with slapper, allowing Nick to slump back
down. Blaine sends his friend a supportive smile.
A few minutes later slapper walks over, having just finished the discussion
with the horrid man, and stops in front of Nick.
“What do you think you were doing? Do the rules not count for you? He was
perfectly within his right to check you out, that’s why you are here! We don’t
like having to discipline you in front of people; it lowers your value if
people see you being punished while still being in such a controlled
environment. That doesn’t mean we won’t if we need to. You talk out of turn
again and you will be gagged for the rest of the day. And don’t think this
means you are cleared, this will be brought up once everyone has left.” With
that slapper returns to her previous position, sending a quick message through
the radio she is carrying.
“Breathe, Nick. Please. We will talk this evening.” Blaine whispers, luckily
only being overheard by Tina.
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As the day progresses more people appear, but thankfully none of them as
handsy. At mid-day everyone vanishes, and a naked Santana appears – as well as
other collared subs he hasn’t seen before - to give them all a drink and escort
them to the toilet. Blaine wonders why these subs are trusted with this job
when there are so many important people around that need to be ‘impressed’. But
then again, maybe they are impressed by the fact that these subs are trained
well enough to be given such a responsible job. Surprisingly even Nick doesn’t
put up a fight while unchained with no guards around. Blaine thinks the earlier
threat has affected him more than he lets on.
Although once they had returned from the toilet they had been rechained, no one
told them to be on their knees or to stay silent, so of course they had took
the opportunity to rest their legs. Eventually slapper returns and orders them
all back onto their knees and into silence.
After lunch continues much like before but just with more people – between 7
and 15 people in their cubical at one time. Blaine also sees some people in
collars walking around, trailing someone else, some on leads and some simply
following. He assumes these are subs and their owners, here to either be
exchanged or simply because their owners decided to bring them for the trip.
After lunch is the first time people start paying much notice to him. A few
people asking him to kneel up, and even a few asking him to stand before
walking all the way round him. Luckily no one try’s to touch him like they did
Nick, he isn’t sure what his reaction would be in that situation and doesn’t
really want to find out. One person does start yanking him around a bit, poking
and prodding him, but slapper notices and speaks up.
“Just be careful, Hunter has his eye on that one.”
“Why?” The man questions, having stopped touching Blaine but not yet looking
away.
“I’m not sure to be honest. The man took a liking to it on the first day and
has even started saving up. It’s going to be an expensive one, I know that
much.”
“I guess I need to start saving now as well then if I want a chance of winning
it. Have you done your approximations on them yet?” He asks slapper, turning
away. Blaine takes that as his cue to sit back down, hopefully taking him out
of the lime light.
“Nope.” She replies, popping the p. “But I’ve heard Hunter is planning to set
aside forty thousand from wages and savings each month, so I’m thinking he is
going to reach the half million mark. I don’t know why yet though, it’s not
been here long enough for us to know how well behaved it really is.”
“Ouch. That’s twice as much as I paid for the last new one.” The man pauses and
looks down at Blaine. “If he trains up as well as my last one though, he will
likely be worth every dollar.” The man sighs. “Would you do part exchanges?” He
says, leaving the cubical to discuss more with slapper. Blaine sees Nick in his
peripheral vision staring. He looks up and shrugs slightly, not sure what to
make of the information himself.
Only a few minutes later another pair of feet stops in front of him. He takes a
deep breath preparing for another examination. What happens next shocks him.
***** Auction Day Arrivals *****
“Blaine? Nick?” A voice he recognises asks.
“Trent.” He breathes. Blaine and Nick both look up to see Trent and Jeff. He
can’t process it, his friends here to see Nick and himself, there can’t be
another reason as both boys are against the sub system. Unfortunately, slapper
had been walking behind him when they both looked up.
“I’ve told you both already to behave.” She hisses into their ears, grabbing
the backs of both their heads and pushing them down. “This will be dealt with
later, you can count on it.” Standing up she addresses the two boys. “Sorry
gentlemen. These two have been causing issues all day. You look like this is
your first auction, would you like me to show you where the ones for sale today
are? We have a year until these products are for sale, you don’t want to wait
that long.”
“Umm, no thanks. Umm, these are the ones we were looking for.” Jeff stutters,
not really sure how he should be acting. Slapper makes a sound as if to say
suit yourselfand leaves. Keeping his head down, Blaine raises his eyes to watch
the two boys.
“Wow, this is so much worse than I was expecting.” Trent is the first to speak.
“It’s barbaric! You are just as human as the rest of us! Is this how you are
treated the whole time?” He asks.
“Yes sir.” Blaine says, not knowing if slapper is in hearing range.
“Blaine, it’s us.” Jeff states. “I’m not a sir to you, I’m your friend. I feel
awkward enough standing here clothed with you two kneeling naked.” Blaine looks
down, not sure what to say.
“We… we are not meant to talk.” Nick whispers, so quietly Blaine almost can’t
hear him. Jeff does though.
“Oh. Okay. Um. Well. I guess we will just talk at you then?”
“What Jeff is trying to say is we have a plan.” Trent starts, Jeff nodding
along. “After Jeff saw Blaine at the OSO office, and you told us Nick was there
as well, we have been thinking and planning.”
“We spoke to the other Warblers first.” Jeff continues, as though they had
rehearsed who would say what. “And then we went to your parents and the rest of
Dalton.”
“And we are all going to be saving absolutely every coin we can. We are going
to do performances to raise extra money, the lacrosse team are going to do
charity matches, anything we can do we will. Everyone is on board, we want you
both back.”
“And by back, we don’t mean as slaves.” Jeff takes over. “We mean we want our
friends back. Unfortunately, you wouldn’t be able to legally attend school or
travel where ever you want on your own, but there is nothing stopping you from
living with us two in our dorms if we are listed as your owners. Both your
parents agree it might be better for you to stay with us, although it is up to
you of course, as that way you won’t be stuck on your own all day, instead you
will be able to see any of the guys when you feel like it. Also, and kind of
why we are here and not your parents, they didn’t think you would want them to
see you like this, and they want to remember you as the happy private school
boys.”
“We have checked with the principle, and although he hasn’t had anything like
this happen before, he is willing to let you attend classes if you want to, off
the radar and you won’t get a qualification, but the option is there. We have
still got to think everything through of course, as the past week and a bit we
have just been trying to make sure it is possible, we wanted to visit you as
soon as we could, but we didn’t want to bring false hope.” Trent adds.
“Wow.” Blaine gawks, eyes starting to swell with tears. “Thank you. Thank you
so much. I… I don’t know what to say.”
“I love you Jeff. I love you so much right now.” Nick cries. Blaine looks over
to him, he didn’t realise the two where an item.
“I love you too Nicky. I promise we will get you out, both of you. Just keep
your head down for the year and stay safe, and it will all be ok!”
“Thanks Jeff, Trent. Tell everyone thanks.” Nick says, Blaine nodding in
agreement. Unfortunately, slapper had heard the last sentence, and seen both
the boys looking up.
“Hello again gentlemen.” She says, making Nick and Blaine jump. Instantly they
both drop their heads, knowing they are in huge trouble for talking and looking
up once again. Blaine hopes she didn’t hear much of the conversation. “I’m
going to have to ask you to move on now please. I need to have a word with
these two subs, since apparently they both suffer with short term memory loss.
If you would like to head over to the catering area, I’ve heard the dessert
dishes are out now.” With one last look, Trent and Jeff regretfully leave.
Slapper turns her attention to Blaine and Nick.
“You dirty fags.” She hisses. “Have I not told you both already today to not
talk out of turn?”
“But it wasn’t out of turn-“ Nick starts, silenced by a slap.
“You have just earnt so much more trouble for yourself by talking back. Now, I
didn’t hear the whole conversation, but you boys will tell me when we are on
our own later. I’ve already called someone to bring over a couple of gags, but
this will just be the start. You will both seriously regret today by the end of
it.” She straightens herself up as another guard appears, as promised with two
gags. Slapper picks up one and bends down to push it into Blaine’s mouth. He
opens his jaw without any retaliation, not wanting to make whatever is already
instore any worse. The ball feels almost the same size as a tennis ball,
although Blaine knows it can’t be since it just fits in his mouth, albeit
uncomfortably. Slapper does the strap up a lot tighter than it needs to be, but
apart from an involuntary gasp, Blaine doesn’t object.
“Now you can sit here quietly for the rest of the day and behave.” Slapper says
as she retreats. Blaine looks at Tina and Brittany out of the corner of his
eyes, and sees both girls are also on the verge of crying, having been able to
hear everything that happened. He drops his head once more, and doesn’t do
anything for the rest of the afternoon.
***** Classroom *****
After a few hours most people had disappeared, Blaine assumes it was because
the actual auction was finally starting. He can’t comprehend why there were so
many people looking around, and why some of them arrived so early, when the
auction lasted only about an hour. He supposes a lot of the visitors are those
incredibly rich individuals, who only show up to show off their status, many of
them not truly interested in the main event.
During the hour break they were given, Blaine and Nick were not ungagged.
Instead they sat in silence, shifting positions temporarily so the pressure on
their knees reduced while they could get away with having their legs crossed or
laid down (both positions Blaine tried, only to shortly become restless with
the tug on his collar he was causing himself).
Once the actual auction had inevitably ended, Slapper was correct in predicting
they would become more popular. Blaine was touched by numerous hands until he
felt like he was nothing more than a slab of meat. Several times Slapper had to
chase off guys who were slightly drunk, trying to untie the gag and get him to
give them a blow job. They never made it past the initial sneering luckily,
however Blaine wasn’t relieved for long when Slapper simply told the guys that
if they wanted to ‘trial’ they would have to head to 6+ sub areas, and arrange
a time slot with the guards over there. It appeared although he was free from
the obligation today, in 5 months’ time he wouldn’t be.
He also had several people asking why he or Nick were gagged, and once Slapper
told an abbreviated version (so not to bring into doubt the effectiveness of
the training scheme), they appeared to lose all interest in both boys. It was a
small blessing of a side effect.
As the night started to die down, people having either gone home or moved to
hunt out more ‘gettable’ targets, a couple of extra guards walked over before
Slapper addressed them as a group.
“Ok. You all – well, most of you – are done for the night now. We are going to
take you back to your cell and cages, and from in there you will be informed on
what will happen next.” She says, primarily directed at Blaine and Nick.
The guards make their rounds, unclipping the leads from each collar. Even
though Blaine is one of the first to be unhooked, he waits for the others to
move before he does, shyly following the rest of the group as they are led back
to their cell, Nick at his side. Some of his rebellious attitude has subsided
since the visit from Jeff and Trent; Blaine just hopes it will last.
Finally, they arrive back at the cell. Nick and Blaine the last ones to enter,
trying to prolong the inevitable. They walk in and come face to face with an
incredibly angry Slapper.
“You sluts. Knees. Now.” She sneers, scarily quiet. Blaine ungracefully drops
down instantly, stiff from being in such a strenuous position all day. Nick
objects a few moments, but seems to think better of it and eventually also
drops to his knees next to Blaine. Slapper noticed the delay, but doesn’t pick
Nick out on it, instead turning to address the others. “In the cages straight
away. Since I have to deal with these two whores, I don’t think the rest of you
deserve to all relax together. The cages get cleaned out daily if you need to
relieve yourselves.” Blaine sees the slight confusion and struggle as the subs
on the top row try to hoist themselves up with their hands locked behind their
backs still. Slapper turns her attention back to Nick and Blaine.
“I… I don’t even know where to start with you two. Answering back, talking out
of turn, and simply not following the rules. You are an embarrassment to this
entire establishment. We have never had someone behave like that at the
auctions before, let alone two of you! Now which one of you is going to tell me
exactly what was just so important you had to knowingly ignore every rule?”
Nick drops his head further, knowing they couldn’t tell the truth, but luckily
Blaine had spent some time coming up with an alibi. He raises his eyebrow
challengingly, not able to talk with the gag in.
“Don’t be so arrogant.” She says, leaning down to remove his gag. “We will get
that whipped out of you soon enough.” Blaine flinches, hoping she doesn’t plan
on whipping them both for the days’ events; Nick wouldn’t be able to withstand
that again so soon, the previous marks still unhealed. Slapper removes the gag
painfully, yanking it out before he properly releases it from between his
teeth.
“They, they were bullies from our old life,” He starts, faking shyness. “They
were taunting us. Say… saying that they were happy someone was finally putting
us in our place. That they were saving up, going to buy us in a year. And that
our friends also agreed and were going to help save up, to tease us more so
with how different our lives now are. That, that they would have complete
control over us, body and mind, and we would be able to watch how our life
could have been if we weren’t such filthy fucking faggots.” He cringes at the
words, although made up they still hurt. “It, it really struck a chord with us
both, and we were unable to stay impassive.” He is glad he had rehearsed the
speech.
He looks out the corner of his eye to Nick, and is grateful to see his friend
nodding along to his made up story, and thankfully not too upset with the words
Blaine said – although Blaine was impressed with the alliteration that he came
up with.
“And why did I hear you thanking them?” Blaine breathes a silent sigh of
relief, expecting this question.
“Because what else were we meant to say? We… we thought you wanted us to be
polite to the hums, and it was only slightly sarcastic, so better than full out
rudeness. And maybe, maybe it wouldn’t be completely awful being in an
environment we are used to, it would make it easier to adjust.” Blaine really
deserves an award for his acting skills. Slapper looks slightly skeptical, but
after weighing the pros and cons of his response, she seems happy enough to
accept his reply.
“I’m even feeling slightly sorry for you right now. But then again, you are
subs, so that feeling has passed. I don’t think you really understand what that
means yet; being a sub. So let me tell you. It means you aren’t people, you
don’t have opinions or emotions. At least none that matter! You simply do as
you are told, go where you are ordered. You don’t object, you don’t think, you
just do. I couldn’t care less about what you would feel if you were bought by
your old school bullies, as long as they find you worth their money.” She
stops, thinking. “What’s going to happen is, you will stay here tonight, and
some time tomorrow someone will come and get you. You are not going to get
whipped, although by the end of the day you will wish you had. You stay in your
cage until someone comes to get you. Understood?”
“Yes Ma’am.” Blaine replies, Nick nodding in agreement.
“9103, cage now. 5226, gag back on then cage.” She orders.
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When they are woken up in the morning, it’s by a guard rather than a sub.
Blaine assumes it will be a while before clothed subs start reappearing; all
the ones returned and exchanged last night were auctioned off at the same time.
Blaine didn’t see any of it, but could hear what was happening.
The guard unlocks all the cages but his and Nick’s, nd without a word they all
leave, Nick and Blaine left behind. Nick looks at Blaine, raising his eyebrow
and titling his head in question. Blaine doesn’t have an answer, and instead
decides to lie back down and aim to bag a bit more sleep.
He doesn’t know how much time has passed since the morning, only that he is
woken up by being dragged out of his cage. He tries to object, but encounters
the gag in his mouth, rendering him unable to talk. Which considering his
current situation, it is probably a good thing he wasn’t able to shout out. The
guard that drags him out is another he hasn’t seen before. Like all the others
he is tall, but incredibly so. While the guard drags him and Nick – who he
pulled out first – down the corridors, Blaine tries to come up with a nickname
to calm his nerves. Better to do something meaningless than to focus on what
might happen soon.
By the time they arrive at their destination – another new room – Blaine has
decided on the unimaginative name of Stretch. He has a large repertoire of
short nicknames, having been called a lot of them himself, but nothing fun for
tall people.
Blaine takes a moment to look around the room. It looks almost like a
classroom, different to the empty rooms he has been taken to the last few days.
There are two rows of benches, one behind the other, with padded cushions
abandoned on the floor behind them. Blaine realizes the tall benches are at the
ideal height for someone kneeling at them, and concludes these are in fact
tables for subs. At the front of the room is desk, and an old fashioned
projector, currently displaying a man in a strenuous bondage position. In a
different circumstance, an alternative universe, Blaine thinks he would find
that position enjoyable, however he is too worried with what this situation
will lead to that his cock remains flaccid. Stretch notices that Blaine has his
attention on the board.
“You will become friends with that position. We normally just show diagrams for
subs to learn from, but today you are both going to be my models. That way we
have better understood subs, and you won’t be missing much from the training
you would have been getting if you didn’t-“ He pauses, interrupting himself.
“What did you do? I didn’t get told?” Neither Blaine nor Nick wants to offer an
answer, and thankfully Stretch doesn’t push it, likely because they are both
still gagged anyway. “Never mind. I never get told anything here anyway. I’m
just here to make sure subs don’t put themselves in unnecessary danger.” Blaine
notices Stretch looks resentful about that.
Stretch walks over to the desk and picks up two long poles, which Blaine
recognizes from his late night internet searches as a spreader bar. They are
both identical, about 3 foot long, have thick leather cuffs at each end, and a
chain hanging down from the middle. Blaine looks away in an attempt to picture
himself elsewhere. Without a word, Stretch squats down in front of Blaine and
cuffs his left leg, just above the ankle, tight enough so it will not cause
chaffing. He taps the inside of Blaine’s right knee, and getting the prompt he
reluctantly spreads his legs slightly, hating how exposed the position makes
him.
“Further than that.” Stretch commands. Blaine looks down as he moves his leg
once more, and is shocked to see how long the pole is up close. He moves his
leg so it is level with the lose end, at which point he also meets the maximum
limit of his flexibility. He is worried he is going to end up pulling a muscle.
Stretch seems to be aware of his inner thoughts as he says, “I suggest that in
the evenings you do some stretches. If this is all you can go you’re going to
be in for a lot of pain later on.” Blaine was one of the more flexible members
of the Warblers; he doesn’t want to think about what could be in store if he
needs to be more malleable.
Once his other leg is cuffed, Stretch picks up the chain hooked in the middle
and reaches for Blaine’s collar, pulling it down and causing him to bend
forwards at the waist. He clips the loose end of the chain to the small hook on
his collar, the one at the front shared with the tag. Stretch then moves to
repeat the process with Nick before walking out, leaving both Blaine and Nick
gagged, legs stretched, bent slightly at the waist, and hands still cuffed
behind them.
***** Punishment - Part I *****
Only a short amount of time passed before people starting appearing. By people,
Blaine meant naked subs. There were twelve in total, all kneeling behind the
bench/table like Blaine had expected. Only a few looked at Blaine and Nick as
they entered, the rest completely ignoring their existence. Blaine assumes
these subs have been here a couple of months, still not yet ‘programmed’ to act
completely robotically, but having been here long enough to know the rules and
for majority, not questioning the change. They sit there in absolute silence,
heads down and hands palm down on the bench in front, waiting for Stretch to
enter the room and all but ignoring Blaine and Nick. He feels like an object on
display, no way to maintain a slight bit of modesty and no way to move of his
own free will. He feels the blood flow to his dick increasing at the
vulnerability, and starts thinking of as many cold shower images as he can. His
old football coach ruthlessly butchering meat seems to do the trick. After
several more minutes pass, Stretch returns, striding into the room.
“Ok. Gags. Your master may use them for many different things: as a punishment,
for on display, for sex, and so on. You will get to see them in action today as
we have models rather than just the projector.” He addresses the other subs as
though Blaine and Nick can’t hear him.
“You will likely recognize the current ones as simple ball gags, albeit larger
than you might have seen before.” He says, completely ignoring the fact that
both boys can hear him. “These are primarily used in the bedroom, although once
this size it tends to be for punishment. They do affect the ease of breathing,
so when made to wear one you need to keep your nasal passage clear. They – and
other types of gags - also can cause vomiting if they activate the gag reflex,
so you will have to once again remember your training on that.” Blaine’s
breathing starts to increase;, he didn’t realise gags could be so dangerous. He
hasn’t had any training on gag reflex, so does that mean he is going to
suffocate himself? Surely there are enough people here to notice if he starts
struggling to breathe? But then again, they are very nonchalant when it comes
to the death of subs.
The more he panics, the more drool he produces, until he watches a very
embarrassing drop fall to the floor, helpless to stop it. To make the
embarrassment even higher, he feels once again his cock starting to rise,
wanting its own attention from the audience. He hates that it seems to enjoy
the embarrassment – since his mind certainly doesn’t – and thinks he will end
up hard for the whole lesson. Even the thoughts of his coach doesn’t seem to be
deterring it this time.
Stretch pauses in his pacing, noticing the small puddle, and pulls out a tissue
from his pocket to wipe it up. However from his position, Blaine’s hard on is
directly in his line of sight, and it doesn’t go unnoticed. On his assent to
standing, Stretch hangs the cloth from his protruding dick. He starts trying to
do math equations to take his mind off his misbehaving anatomy.
“And drool is a problem. I advise trying not to swallow it as that can also
lead to gagging, however with most masters you will get in trouble for
dribbling everywhere, so try to either have a tissue with you or access to a
sink if you are able to create a seal with your lips.” 57 times by 89. 5073.
754 divided by 26. 29. Why is it that the only time he actually needs math, it
doesn’t help? Then again, his maths teacher was pretty hot, so maybe he isn’t
really focusing on the equation part. ‘Bad Blaine’s brain’ he thinks to
himself, he is really not helping his own situation. The tissue that was
precariously balanced on a half dick is now comfortably resting on Blaine’s
fully hard length.
Stretch walks over to the desk and returns with something else, undoing the
buckle on the ball gag he replaces it with a new object. There are two pieces
of metal clasped in between Blaine’s lips, seemingly only help by his teeth,
and held together by something wrapped in a spring. Blaine opens his mouth
again to try and rid himself of the object simply held in by his own lips, but
instead the spring decompresses, opening the same distance as his mouth. When
he tries to shut his mouth he can’t, the object having locked itself at the new
height.
“This one is possibly my favorite.” Stretch continues, chuckling at Blaine.
Once again he tries to open his mouth, this time quicker, only to – once again
– have the object adjust its distance. “Each time you open your mouth, the gag
goes with it. Once open, it can only be decompressed by an external force.”
Stretch pushes on the two protruding bits of metal, and the device compresses
once more. Blaine doesn’t shut his mouth with it, not wanting to be in the same
situation, but after a glare from the guard, he seals his lips round it once
more. Blaine continues fighting against it as Stretch starts talking, ignoring
what is being said in favor of trying to rid himself of the object. Once again,
as he opens his mouth, only for it to be jacked open by the tiny piece of
metal. Such a simple looking device, but Blaine is rendered unable to do
anything about it. It seems a common occurrence at the sub house, little things
stopping the slightest resistance, purely for the purpose of belittling him. He
tries again to rid the object, this time with a plan. He brings his tongue
forwards so it is against the spring slightly separating the two horizontal
rods, and prepares to use his tongue to remove the object while opening his
mouth fast, pushing it out before it has chance to decompress.
He wishes his reaction time was faster, as no sooner had he opened his mouth,
the bar went with it, almost as though it was attached to his jaw. Instead he
is stuck with his mouth held open much wider than it is comfortable. He zones
in to hear what Stretch is now saying, but not relenting in his attempts to
remove the gag.
“For most masters, this will be used either as a punishment for talking, or
when you go out so are on display. Few will use it in the bedroom as they can
cause injury to themselves if it flies loose. Speaking of injury, if you try to
spit it out, you are likely to knock a tooth out or spilt your lip, as 5226 is
going to end up doing.” Blaine stops, feeling like a rabbit caught in the
headlights. Stretch tuts. “You caused this, I helped out the last time, you’re
going to have to stay like that this time.” He strides over to the desk and
picks up another new object, this one also made mostly of metal bars, then
heads to Nick. Blaine looks forwards and sees all the subs are watching
intently.
“This tends to be used for punishment, and although it’s not limited to it, I
haven’t seen them used for other purposes before.” Stretch unbuckles Nick’s gag
and holds the new, complicated, devise up for the other subs to see. “This is
called a lip and tongue press, and is pretty brutal. 9103, I need you to pout.”
When Nick doesn’t, Stretch simply grabs Nick’s lower lip and pulls it forwards.
He then pulls Nick’s lip through a gap between two of the four horizontal bars,
before twisting a couple of the vertical bars, causing the gap to decrease and
squash Nick’s lower lip. “It is much better if you comply when being put into
this devise; the edges of the bars are rough, so pulling against them will have
a sand paper effect.” Blaine sees Nick in his peripheral vision, glaring
daggers at Stretch, who is completely ignoring him.
“Now the tongue goes through the middle gap and it is tightened into place,”
Stretch demonstrates. “And finally the top lip goes through the final gap at
the top. These can of course be adjusted to be different distances apart,
varying the tightness of it. They are incredibly abrasive, so if you do think
it is a clever idea to pull yourself out of it, you will lose a few layers of
skin, simple as. Also, if they are done up tight, they will limit the blood
flow and cause circulation problems. The only way you will be able to limit
that is by keeping your lips warm, or trying to move them slightly to let the
blood flow. In other words, behave so your master doesn’t feel the need to do
it up tightly for extended periods of time.”
The time drags on, Stretch using countless different gags on each of the subs,
alternating between the two of them. Eventually, after various gags ranging
from bridles to inflatable, Stretch inserts a simple ball gag, smaller than the
one before and this time with holes in, making breathing much easier. He
dismisses the rest of the subs, clearing away the items on his desk as they
leave. Once all the gags have been wiped clean and placed in a box, the guard
pulls out more items before heading over to the pair of remaining subs.
“The rest have left for lunch, so I am too. But you still need to remain almost
in an isolation state, so I have got some toys especially for you.” He grins,
shaking his left hand containing two strips of fabric, and two noise cancelling
earmuffs. A shiver runs down Blaine’s spine, worry about the sensory
deprivation items. “Both kneel. We don’t want you falling over due to feeling
disorientated.” He chuckles. Blaine looks around in a mix of panic and
confusion, unsure how he is meant to lower himself to his knees with a spreader
bar limiting his movement, his hands behind his back, and his neck pulled
downwards. His center of gravity is already causing him to be precariously
balanced, without having to move. He sees Nick is thinking the same thing, but
looking back to Stretch he realizes there isn’t a way out of this.
He starts to squat down, trying to maintain his balance, and to his surprise he
succeeds. Once he is as low as he can, he angles his hips forwards to lower his
knees to the floor. He lands heavily, sending a jolt through his bones, but is
otherwise unharmed. Watching Nick start to descend, following the method Blaine
discovered, he smirks to himself. Nick isn’t quite as graceful or as well
balanced as Blaine, causing him to fall before he is even half way down. He
hears Stretch chuckle, but is stopped when he tries to look by the chain
linking his collar to the bar.
“That was much better than I was expecting, well done subs,” he says from
somewhere above Blaine as a piece of fabric enters his vision. It is a simple
strip of fabric, nothing as high tech as some of the gags used, Blaine thinks
it might have been a scarf when it was in its prime condition, but now looks
little more than a rag. Stretch knots it behind his head, not too tight to
cause pain but enough so Blaine wouldn’t be able to shake it off. It completely
blocks his vision, and almost eliminates all light in the room. There is a
slight gap at the bottom allowing Blaine to peak, but Stretch must have a sixth
sense because it is soon gone. Next the bulky earmuffs are placed over Blaine’s
ears, effectively blocking out all sound. He feels panic starting to rise
slightly as Stretch pushes his head forwards until it is in contact with the
floor. However once his head is on the ground the panic slowly decreases again,
the dizziness caused by the disorientation reduced with the extra contact
point.
Blaine has no ability to track the passing of time. His knees start going numb
and his back aches from the strain. He keeps shifting slightly to try and get
into a more comfortable position, but doesn’t dare move too much in case he
accidentally over balances and causes himself more injury.
Blaine is sure it can’t be much longer until someone returns. He got the
impression that it was only a lunch break and then the same subs would be
returning, and he could have sworn that it had been longer than the time he is
normally allowed for lunch. But then again, without use of any of his senses,
he couldn’t really guesstimate at how long it had been. And for all he knows,
they could have returned already and he is sat in a room surrounded by people.
Panic starts slowly making itself known, and he has to do everything within his
power to not have a full freak out.
***** Punishment - Part II *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Finally – long enough for his cock to return to a less embarrassing position -
Blaine feels a hand on his back, making him jump. He relaxes into the touch,
feeling much more secure knowing he is no longer alone in the room – well, he
assumes Nick is also next to him, but if he was to start choking on his gag and
needed someone to prevent him from dying, Nick wouldn’t be able to help, so he
doesn’t count. The hand is removed, taking away the little comfort it provided,
so Blaine goes searching for it. However he forgot his collar was tied to the
spreader bar, and before he has moved any measurable distance the collar is
restricting his already limited breathing, as well as agitating the brand on
his neck.
Soon the hand is back, and more time passes without his situation being
changed; still unable to hear or see but at least knowing he is likely to be in
the room surrounded by subs once again. Being able to picture the room also
helps settle him, feeling more comfortable in his surroundings. The next time
the hand moves, it also pulls the earmuffs and blindfold off in one motion.
“Ok. We are going to get you in a different position for this next bit,” he
hears Stretch say, although he is out of Blaine’s vision. Gently pulling at the
chain, he looks up and confirms his suspicions, the subs all back in the same
positions as before. He feels the cuff on his right leg being undone and
removed, his left leg closely followed. Blaine is unnerved, worry once again
working its way back to the forefront of his mind. Is the next position going
to be better or worse than before?
“Kneel up.” Stretch commands. Blaine does, less than gracefully, stiff from the
position. “Sometimes this device is used instead of a spreader bar, however not
often enough for us to usually bother mentioning it. But today, since I am
using it anyway, I will talk through it.” The device Stretch is holding looks
like a leather harness, with two large cuffs dangling down. Blaine can’t figure
out how exactly the harness will work or fit on him.
“This unbuckles in lots of different places, so there are many ways to put it
on. However this way is possibly the most common.” He drops it over Blaine’s
head so that there is a strap laying over each shoulder, and one across his
chest connecting them together. Stretch buckles up some clips behind him,
allowing Blaine to feel how they link in a cross like manor behind him, all
meeting between his shoulder blades, leaving one strap on either side below his
armpits still dangling loosely. Stretch then adjusts the harness by tightening
the various straps until it fits in a way Blaine can only describe as snuggly.
He finds it oddly comforting, almost as though the straps are hugging him and
holding him together. He relaxes into it, willing to take comfort in anyway way
he can, preparing for what is undoubtedly still to come.
“As you can see,” Stretch starts, seemingly distantly. “Some subs find the
harness calming. Stand and turn around for a moment.” Blaine shakenly rises,
struggling to pay attention to anything more than Stretch’s words. Once turned
around, Blaine feels his wrist cuffs separated, before being individually
latched onto a hook near the cross, pulling his arms up at a slightly unusual
angle. He rolls his shoulders gently to find a more comfortable position.
Next he feels a leather band placed around his left thigh, closer to his knee
than his hip. He watches Stretch tighten the buckle on the leather. It’s not
tight enough to cut the circulation, but without the use of his hands there is
no way to make it move – even with the use of his hands he doesn’t think he
would. A second cuff is placed in an identical position on his right leg, and
tightened slightly more than the last; Blaine thinks accidentally. Once done
Stretch stands back slightly to admire his work, before adjusting a few more
straps, and correcting the tightness of the two matching leg cuffs. Blaine
becomes unnerved by the predatory look in Stretch’s eyes. He believes Stretch
might also be enjoying the sight of the harnessed sub, which jolts him into
full awareness. There is no way he can be feeling content, bound like this for
anyone to do as they please. He doesn’t even like when someone leads him by his
hand, preferring to be the leader than leadee, so there is no way – No Way – he
can be enjoying this lack of control.
“Sit with your back leaning against the wall, bum on the floor a small distance
forwards,” Stretch orders, and Blaine obeys reluctantly. Once sat, the two free
straps are clipped to the corresponding leg cuffs, and then pulled tight as
Stretch pulls part of the strap through a couple of tight loops, causing the
length to shorten. He doesn’t stop pulling when Blaine’s leg starts to lift off
the floor, and continues until the strap is as short as Blaine’s flexibility
allows, both legs suspended towards his chest in a sling like manor. He is left
balanced on the very rear of his backside, distributing some of the weight
against the wall, with his crotch very much on display to the on looking subs.
Once again, the humiliating position becomes even more intense as he recently
flaccid cock starts to rise. The tedious process is then repeated with Nick,
until he is in the same position. However whereas Blaine took comfort in the
snug fit, Nick appears almost claustrophobic in the thin straps, although both
feeling as though they would rather be doing anything but this.
“I am going to go through cock and ball torture first, and then moving to the
ass holes. Firstly, a humbler,” Stretch says on his way once again to the desk,
pulling another item out of the seemingly bottomless drawer. “The main purpose
of a humbler is to restrict your movement, pulling your knees to your chest and
causing you have to crawl to be able to move, however that will quickly become
painful from the pressure. As you can see, from the position these two are in,
it will not serve its purpose, but you will still be able to see how it works.”
Stretch bends down in front of Blaine, taking Blaine’s ball sack into his hands
and placing them between two indents in the wooden humbler. He then strokes his
hand from base to head of Blaine’s cock, teasingly. To his horror, his body
lets out a moan without his permission. “Good boy,” Stretch drawls. Blaine
feels the remaining available blood rush to his cheeks, red from embarrassment.
He isn’t enjoying this, how could he enjoy this! But now Stretch and every
other sub will think he is. Even with the gag being made to make breathing
slightly easier, he can’t seem to catch his breath. Fortunately Stretch has
better things to do, and leaves him alone. Although Blaine can see the effort
it took for him to be self-disciplined enough to do it. Then again, he sees
naked subs running around every day, being tortured and trained in the art of
sex, if he gets one in front of him literally moaning for his touch, it will
take a fair amount of control to continue with work.
“This object clamps around your balls,” Stretch addressed the rest of the subs,
turning his back to Blaine and allowing him to panic in privacy. “And then it
is left to rest behind your legs, hence the shape. If you stay still, like is
happening here, they shouldn’t cause any pain, only mild discomfort. If you
straighten your legs, it will pull the humbler away from your body and Stretch
your balls. However,” he pauses, picking something up of the floor Blaine
didn’t previously notice. “Weights can be added to simulate the pull your legs
could cause, like so.” Blaine sees Stretch approaching, and puts two and two
together to work out what is about to happen. He tries kicking his legs out,
but due to the angle the sling is holding his thighs, he doesn’t get anywhere
close to hindering the evil man. He feels an instant sharp tug on his balls,
the added weight having not been lowered gently. He groans in pain into the gag
still left in. However looking up, he realises his pained noise didn’t sound
that way. Everyone in the room is likely thinking Blaine is getting off on the
pain and humiliation, which he isn’t. No way is he enjoying the spectacle,
basically being raped by sex toys. Although looking down at his dick, he has a
feeling it disagrees. He needs to get his erection to soften, to show the
others – and reassure himself – that he is not a slutty whore. He decides to
bring out the big guns, something that always helps him cool off. The vaginas.
He pictures them with teeth, giant bodies of their own, walking towards him.
“This devise, and all cock and ball torture – also known as CBT – devises are
why it is important you are completely clean shaven. Get a hair caught in this
and you will be in for trouble,” Stretch continues, ignorant to Blaine’s inner
turmoil.
He leaves Blaine with the weight on the humbler, and starts talking about the
next device on his way to the stash of items to torture Blaine and Nick with,
hidden within the desk. More saliva starts building up in his mouth, and even
though a lot of it is dribbling through his gag, it is affecting his ability to
breathe.
“Most of you will know what this is. A cock ring…” He holds the thick metal
ring up. Blaine does a double take, seeing the metal spikes on the inside.
“…with a difference. Mostly used for torture, this is a simple one with only 5
adjustable spikes, but normally masters would prefer to use 28 spiked ones,
which are also a lot wider.” He approaches Nick, who was already trying to roll
away. “I was going to leave them loose for the purpose of this, but I think I
have changed my mind,” he hisses, grabbing Nick’s collar and attaching the
ring. Once it is clasped on, Stretch removes his hand from Nick’s collar, and
uses it to twist the protruding spikes, lowering them one by one into Nick’s
length. When the one from last is being done up, Nick hisses slightly at the
discomfort, but other than that shows no recognition of it even being there,
instead focusing on trying to lash out at the guard, who like with Blaine,
simply side steps out of reach.
“There isn’t too much to say on this. Some rings do not adjust like this one,
and can instead simply be pushed and released with a grip around it, so when in
them I suggest trying not to put added pressure. And once you are released from
it you should wash and disinfect the area, as some times they break the skin
and you don’t want to get an infection. As a warning, we don’t treat infections
here, so if you get sent back because of it, I can guarantee you will not be at
the next auction. So let’s move on,” he says, disappearing into one of the
drawers. Blaine watches Nick, trying to read what his next move will be.
Instead he sees the back of Nick’s head, having turned away from everyone else.
He decides to turn his attention back to Stretch in worry, knowing this next
item will be for him. In Stretch’s hand, he is flourishing a row of rings, each
hanging from a leather strip, equal distances apart.
“This is called the gates of hell, although I don’t personally see what is so
hellish about it.” He mused. He unscrews the humbler, causing Blaine to let out
an audible sigh of relief despite his better judgment. Stretch lets the noise
pass without a comment, however with his cock being fondled, threaded through
the line of rings, even the thoughts of human eating vaginas aren’t enough to
keep it at bay.
“This is mostly used as chastity, due to the large ring, but some masters will
use it for display, liking the effect it has. This one however has a ring
larger than the rest, which also goes around the balls, stopping ejaculation
without permission – also known as being removed.” As he says this, Blaine
feels his balls starting to be yanked through the inelastic ring painfully.
Vaginas may not be working, but that seemed to help a bit with softening his
length. And at least with it on he can’t ‘erupt’, so that’s one less
embarrassing event.
“The last two rings of the seven ring device are smaller than the others, but
not restrictive. Much. Sometimes there will be an extra ring at the top which a
lead can be clipped to; sometimes they will be straps rather than rings.
Sometimes rope might be used rather than a proper devise, and if ropes are
used, try to cause as little movement between them to prevent rope burn.
Obviously, everyone is a different size, and your master may be using the wrong
size. If this is the case, and the circulation is interrupted, you should point
it out in whatever manor they prefer you to communicate, although you will
likely be told to walk it off. Most important thing with this device is to not
catch it on anything, as it will be painful if it gets wrenched unpredictably…”
Stretch continues talking, but Blaine shuts him out. He discovers a way to be
able to block out his surroundings, not necessarily by picturing being
elsewhere, but just shutting his mind down completely. He knows more devices
are placed on him. Some clip on, some screw on, and some even hold on by
suction, but it all passed in a blur.
He came back to himself when Stretch brought two of the other subs to the
front. He had no idea what was happening, and feels unsafe with the new
strangers near him. He thinks he must have missed some instruction as while one
of the subs make his way towards Nick, the female one walks towards him. Blaine
expects he would be about four inches taller than her if he was stood up, and
despite obviously being a sub, she doesn’t carry herself that way. The most
noticeable feature is her nose; he can’t really describe it, seemingly narrow
at the bridge and considerably wider at the base. He thinks it suits her.
However all thoughts of the girls appearance disappear as she kneels down in
front of him with no hesitation while sucking on two of her fingers, before
painfully pushing the slick finger up his ass. He hisses out around the ball
gag, not used to the painful intrusion.
“Now you need to keep wiggling until there is enough space to get the next
finger in.” Stretch instructs lazily from his position perched on the desk. The
girl in front of him looks very determined, focused purely on her job. Before
he deems himself ready, the girl inserts her second finger, which during the
time she has been there, has already dried. This time his hiss of protest is
louder, thrashing out in the aim of throwing the girl of balance and causing
her fingers to slide out.
However his plan back fires, instead of being rid of the girl, he causes her
finger to be placed in the exact correct position to rub against his prostate.
He involuntarily moans round the gag, pleasure coursing through his body in
waves. He looks around in panic, hoping no one else heard his little ‘moment’.
He isn’t so lucky.
“You will make a good little whore; no wonder Hunter is after you. You will
fetch us a pretty penny at auction!” Stretch purred, setting Blaine on edge. He
didn’t need to be reminded of Hunter, knowing Jeff and Trent will be bidding
against him. He just hopes Nick is put up for auction first so they don’t blow
their money on him, especially if Nick and Jeff are together, he would rather
them be able to reunite than to forever feel guilty of getting in their way.
Speaking of Nick, he looks over to see how his friend is dealing with his own
invasion.
He is shocked by his discovery. Nick is dribbling heavily though the gag,
thrashing around against the hand holding him, the other hand hidden between
his legs. He is surprised he didn’t hear Nick, as now he has noticed him,
Blaine can’t ignore the heavy breathing. Seeing Nick panicking makes him panic
as well.
Blaine starts struggling to breath around his own gag, despite the holes he
can’t get enough air to his lungs. Saliva builds up in his mouth as his fight
or flight reflex kicks in. Although because of the thigh sling harness strap
thing he can’t do anything. The only result the saliva has is making his
breathing more difficult. He remembers back to what Stretch said about the gags
and the gag reflex, and worries he is going to make himself vomit. He hasn’t
been told how to ignore his gag reflex yet, and if he does throw up it has
nowhere to go. He is going to end up dying while being raped with whatever
device is to come next. He doesn’t want to die, he is only sixteen!
“That should do. Some masters will make you prepare yourselves for ass play –
hence why I’ve got you two doing it rather than me – but some masters will do
it for you sluts, especially as part of a medical scene. It is more difficult
doing it on yourself, but a bit of practice on these faggots can’t hurt. First
we are going to give both of these sluts an enema each; it is pretty much
standard practice for hygiene. I’m just going to put a towel down for today,
although when you do it you should be near somewhere to relieve yourself
without making a mess. Grab the enemas.” He directs the two subs, who both rise
and fetch the items from the desk while he positions a towel near both the subs
tortured holes. “Normally lube would be preferable when you do it yourself, if
you have access to it, however for today we haven’t so just stick it up there
slowly.”
Blaine doesn’t know much about enemas, but expects he will cause himself more
pain if he doesn’t simply accept it. But he doesn’t want to accept it. Nick is
putting up a fight and he feels he should be too.
Then he remembers what Nick said the day after his first punishment, about how
it was Blaine’s optimism that kept him calm. Maybe that could work now so they
can both get through this unharmed. They both have Trent and Jeff’s message to
hold on to. He takes a moment to calm his exterior first, knowing if Nick sees
him looking panicky his message will not work. Once he has himself under
control, just before the two older subs returns, he looks directly at Nick.
The movement catches Nick’s attention, and in confusion he pauses in his
thrashing.
‘Jeff.’ He mouths, hoping that works on sending the message. He sees Nick
visibly relaxing at that, and smiles to himself. He continues watching Nick,
even with the girl now shoving a tube up his back side, trying to see if that
one word has worked enough or if he needs to come up with something else.
Surprisingly, it has. Although Nick doesn’t look happy – and why would he be –
he is no longer putting up a fight, instead seeming to relax slightly. Blaine
takes that as a huge victory, and decides to also try and retreat to the place
he found, no longer worried Nick is going to do something to get himself into
more trouble.
He doesn’t leave that place when the enema solution leaves his body, when
Stretch wields a whip to attack his hole, or even when some intense vibrating
object is pushed against his prostate, causing his straining cock to explode.
He simply remains in the little happy place he found, imagining this is all
just a hellish nightmare.
Finally, the lesson seemed to draw to a close. He heard the subs leaving
quietly, and then was once again robbed of his vision and hearing by the same
blindfold and earmuffs as before. Time passed and Blaine’s body started aching
from the strain the curled up position put him under. He was almost asleep when
the earmuffs and blindfold where once again removed, several hours after they
were put on.
The harness was removed, before being carried out the room. He didn’t see the
direction he was taken in, or the turns that were made, but he recognised the
final destination as the cell and cage he has occupied since arriving at the
sub house. Everyone else was asleep in the room, but a few woke up at the noise
of Nick and Blaine both being placed in their respective cages by two guards.
Before the guards had left, Blaine had fallen into a heavy sleep, mentally
drained and physically exhausted from the day.
Chapter End Notes
     i would just like to make clear, apart from blaine tina nick and
     britt, the rest of the subs in blaines month arent based on any of
     the glee characters, they are all OC's. A couple of them get
     mentioned and involved, but most of them are 'chorus members' :D
***** The Two P's - Periods and Poridge *****
 
The sixth day at the sub house was almost as draining as the previous days’
punishment. He hadn’t missed much, only a few more rules about how subs should
act and what is to be expected of them. Today they were taught the many
different stances they would be expected to use: how to hold yourself when your
Master has guests, how to make yourself unnoticed in a room, how to kneel when
your Master expects you to simply be on hand, as well as many more situations.
Which in theory doesn’t sound too bad, but in reality it was awful. The
positions they were instructed to hold were very strenuous and hard to maintain
for long lengths of time without limbs shaking with fatigue. Blaine became once
again familiar with the Taser, along with most of the others. Surprisingly, the
only person to not get shocked at least once was Nick. Something changed in him
yesterday, and Blaine isn’t yet sure if it was a good change. Eventually the
lessons of the day draw to a close, and shakily the subs rise to their feet
before heading back to their shared cell, followed thirty seconds later by a
guard coming to lock them in for the night.
Without saying a word, Blaine made his way through to the pathetic excuse for a
washroom, having been a few days since he last had access to the toilet for
anything longer than a pee, and desperately needing a shower. During his time
in the room, a few other subs popped in and out, but none stayed for long,
everyone seeming to be in and out as fast as possible. As soon as Blaine
stepped under the spray he realised why. He thought the last time he used the
shower that it was cold, but that was nothing compared to this time around. He
used the cheap shower gel as quickly as possible, and decided to forgo the use
of the two in one shampoo this time around, instead favouring getting out as
quickly as possible. When he exits the room he heads straight over to the far
side; the spot unofficially claimed by him, Nick, and the two girls.
“Hey!” Tina greats from on top of Brittany’s lap.
“Comfortable?” He asks jokingly, sitting down next to Nick as he does.
“For me more than Britt I would expect.” Tina giggled, before then sighing.
“What’s up?” Blaine prompts.
“I’m getting my you-know-what in the next few days, and I have no idea what to
tell the guards. I have to, but eeww, talking to guys about this?” Blaine looks
confused, he-doesn’t-know-what. “Riding the cotton pony? The jam factory?
Paging Edward Cullen? Shark week? I know you gay guys don’t have to ever
encounter this stuff, but come on you must have heard people talking about it
before?”
At Blaine’s still confused look, Nick speaks up. “Blaine, her period.”
Blaine’s eyes go wide at the realization. He hadn’t even considered that
concern for the girls! The other three all laugh at him.
“I… I um… I never really, umm, you know, thought of that.” He says going bright
red, which just causes the others to laugh even harder.
“I was hoping someone else would start before me so I could see what I’m meant
to do, but it doesn’t look like it will be the case.”
“Maybe someone has?” Brittany inputs. “While at the other place? We should
ask.” At this prospect it’s Tina’s turn to go red. Blaine wonders why period
talk is so taboo when it happens to every girl. He resolves to get over his
little embarrassment as quickly as possible; sharing close quarters with four
girls for a year would make it more awkward on everyone.
“Well, they must have something in place. I’ve seen lots of older girls, they
wouldn’t have nothing in place for the situation, would they?” Blaine tries to
reason. “Umm, would you like me to ask?” He offers, hoping it makes up for his
earlier ignorance.
“It’s ok, I think I will brave it up when someone comes back later.” Tina
concluded.
It wasn’t very long until a guard did show up, Blaine obviously having spent
longer in the washroom than he realised. He was shocked to see it was Slapper,
and instantly dropped his head in attempt to make himself smaller. He didn’t
want to have anything else to do with the scary woman; however he could tell
that the appearance of a female guard helped relax Tina.
“Ma’am?” She asks, the text book version of submission that Blaine had yet to
see her do. And in all honesty he didn’t think she could act that way either,
but it appears to come naturally to her. Either that or she is a good actor.
“What?” Slapper replies in a tone conveying her annoyance at being addressed.
“W…well, I..I am du…due to-“
“Spit it out.” Slapper interrupts impatiently.
“M…my periodis m…meant to start s…soon.” She whispers the word.
“Ok, I will get a menstrual cup to you tomorrow. Now in.” She replies as a
matter of fact, apparently oblivious to Tina’s inner turmoil over asking. Tina
doesn’t give any reaction to the information, simply turning and pulling
herself up to the cage next to Nick’s. Blaine hadn’t noticed before where she
was. Slapper makes her way around the room, locking all the cage doors. Blaine
is surprised he isn’t asked to cuff his wrists, but isn’t going to do it
without being told.
Once Slapper has left and the lights go out, Tina speaks up.
“I have never used a cup before, I don’t even like tampons! How am I meant to
use it?” She says to the person directly across from her. Blaine didn’t pay
enough attention to know who is in there.
“I know how to.” He recognises the voice as belonging to Brittany. “Don’t
worry.”
“Thanks.” He hears Tina reply. As his eyes start to adjust to the dim light, he
tries to picture where everyone is. Opposite him is Nick, who is above a male
he hasn’t really seen before. Well, obviously Blaine has seen him, but doesn’t
really remember him doing anything noteworthy. Below Tina is another female,
who has black hair and is about the same height as Blaine. The next two full
cages hold boys, and the final two are empty, meaning the last girl must be
somewhere on his side, along with the two other boys – of which one of them is
below him.
Although he now has a rough idea where everyone is, it doesn’t make a
difference to him. Although it is comforting to know he is surrounded by three
of his friends – he counts Tina and Britt as friends, aside from Nick they are
the closest he will have until Jeff comes to save them. 
===============================================================================
 
Lunch time the next day was when the next major event kicks off. It’s the first
change in food they have had since being here - as far as Blaine is aware
anyway, having missed it on several occasions. It was some kind of porridge
mixed with various other food items, all ground into one. It looked and smelt
awful, however Blaine surprisingly liked it. The texture was more like how he
imagined brick dust, but overall he felt it wasn’t the worst he could be given.
He assumes it’s mixed with various vitamins and the other stuff he never paid
attention to when his cooking teacher talked about it. He was always more
interested in the actual cooking of the food than the worrying about the
nutritional value and all that other boring theory stuff. He was never one for
having to write in a practical lesson.
He gets about half way through his bowl before the boy in the cage below Nick
draws attention to himself for the first time. For no apparent reason he stands
up, looking around in a manner that can only be described as ‘come get me, I
dare you.’ A couple of the guards around the room turn their heads to look at
him, but only one walks over, the rest turning their attention back to the
other thirty or so subs dotted about the room.
The guard comes to a stop in front of the sub, before ordering “Kneel.”
Unsurprisingly, the tall sub doesn’t, instead sticking his chin out in
defiance.
“You get one more chance. Kneel,” he instructs. Instead, the sub – Blaine
really needs to learn the names of these people – throws his untouched bowl of
food over the guard, before finishing of the action by dropping the plastic
bowl and turning to run. He only makes it a few steps before colliding with a
second guard, who Blaine recognises as Stretch.
“Come with me,” he orders, pulling both of the subs arms and locking them in
his cuffs behind his back. The sub seems to realise his small rebellious act
has come to a halt, now detained. Although he does put up a bit of resistance,
Blaine can tell it is only half hearted as he is led out of the room.
The rest of the day continues as though the other sub was still with them.
Blaine assumes having people missing from their group is becoming less of a
rare occasion for them, this being the third day of theirs when someone had
been absent, the other times having been Nick twice and him once.
The evening passes similar to the previous one, Blaine washing his hair this
time as well, anticipating the cold water spray. Stretch eventually appears
with the sub he took earlier, first locking the limping man in his cage below
Nick before instructing everyone else to get in their own as well. As he
leaves, the lights all turn of, plunging them into the familiar darkness for
another night.
***** History Lesson *****
Chapter Summary
     This is currently unbeta'ed, so is likely to be edited and changed,
     however i wanted to get it posted and allow you to chose if you want
     to read now or wait.
     there is a little bit of confussion with the timing in this, as the
     '100 years ago' its decribing is 2016, however blaines birthday is
     also 2016, making the fic set in 2036. so, at least for the time
     being, imagine 1936 being how today is. I didn't plan on doing a
     chapter like this, so ive tied myself up a bit in doing so - and
     havent been able to sort it out yet. however i thought this would be
     a very important thing to include, and i hope that dispite the few
     creases yet to be ironed out, you will still enjoy reading it!
     and as always, thanks so much for those comments and kudos! I think
     you left an extra 15 kudos after the last chapter was posted, and it
     blew me away! And also, thanks for all those kind tumblr messages! I
     love hearing from everyone. I can't explain how shocked i am by the
     reviews and support on this!
Chapter Notes
     All the views on kinks in this chapter do not reflect my own. As long
     as everything is safe, sane and consensual, go for it!
 The morning started the same as the others, being woken up by a guard who then
led them to a second destination for the day. This room had a similar set up to
the classroom he and Nick received their punishment in, but with the addition
of a projector. Knowing what is expected of them, Blaine goes to kneel on one
of the pads behind the bench-table in wait of whatever is to come. Nick is the
first to copy him, kneeling on the pad next to Blaine, followed by Tina and
Brittany before finally everyone else. The front row was occupied by Blaine and
his three friends, with three spare spots, and the others shared the two rows
behind. Seeing they had all settled into position, the guard turns round and
walks out, leaving them unsupervised. Although they had now only completed
their first week of training, the guards where leaving them on their own more
and more. The sub who spoke out at lunch yesterday rises to his feet as soon as
the guard is out of sight. He walks round the room, Blaine having no idea what
he was looking for, before the sub sits back down once again. He doesn’t say
anything, and no one else questioned him. They sit there in silence, waiting
for something to happen, unsure exactly of what was being excepted of them.
After around half an hour, Blaine getting better at measuring time without a
clock, Hunter strides in with an air of authority, making Blaine want to cower
away and become invisible to Hunter’s glare. Blaine hasn’t seen Hunter since
the first full day at the house, most likely, no doubt, due to Hunter having
had more important things to do than to constantly watch and intimidate new
subs. He turns the projector on, and a power point comes up on the screen
entitled ‘Submissive History’. Blaine dreads to think what lies he is about to
be brainwashed into believing.
“Although many people,” he starts without acknowledging them, “including those
on my director’s board, don’t agree with me on this, I feel it is important for
you to know how things changed from the America you learnt about in history
lessons to the America you are in today. That way you have full understanding
of your place in society, and why this system is vital for your wellbeing.” He
starts, clicking a button to turn the powerpoint to the next slide consisting
mostly of words with a few stock photos. Blaine has to fight back a scoff,
there is no way this system is better for him than if he had been left to his
own devices. They don’t punish him for looking up just for his own wellbeing.
Blaine prepares for a very bias explanation – although at least it will be an
explanation.
“As you know, a few hundred years ago everyone was considered equal, all simply
called humans. It was a very unstable time, but somehow people managed to get
by without a clear social order.” Translation: everyone was treated humanly and
all was fine. “However there were some people slightly different, who enjoyed
styles of role play as their way to give up the control hey were given. And
there were several different ways people gave up their power – daddy kink, pony
play, watersports to name but a few.” Another click and a large list appeared
on the projector, things Blaine couldn’t even imagine doing willingly –
although he no doubt will be expected to do them with his Masters.
Disconcertingly, he could see how some of those things could be enjoyable;
things he thinks he would be interested in if he wasn’t in his current
predicament. But if people did used to do this stuff of their own free will,
surely Blaine shouldn’t feel embarrassed in the situations where he does
unwillingly become aroused?
“The most important one to your history was known as TPE – Total Power
Exchange, - especially domination and submission.” Blaine remembers learning
about domination in his social studies classes. Nowadays this word was almost
extinct, in place of the names hum and master, another way make those with
submissive tendencies feel less worthy – taking away their connection to the
word human. It’s also where the term sub originated. “People started getting
more open with their views towards statutes, their sex life and the different
relationship structures, all becoming more public. It was a great development,
especially since there was less embarrassment with talking openly resulting in
more STDs being discovered sooner.” Translation: everyone was really horny but
at least there was some benefits. “With people becoming more exposed to it,
more people realised it was a valid option, meaning there are more people with
untraditional relationship dynamics. Well, untraditional at the time.” Blaine
doesn’t agree with what Hunter is implying; nowadays the only untraditional
relationships where those with subs, and he wouldn’t exactly consider that as
being a relationship. “It got to a stage where everyone was completely open
with their kinks, and you could see littles and submissives walking down the
street. It become apparent, just like sexuality or gender, that some people
where born more one way than the other, and once thy had discovered this side
to themselves it was hard to remove it. Over a decade or so it became apparent
that dom/subs where the most common pairing, with a majority of those in
positions of power also having a submissive. It became a trend, everyone wanted
a submissive because those they idealised had one, and there were more than
enough people with these submissive tendencies.” A trend. Don’t these people
realize how trends come and go all the time? “Submissives also became vital to
the running of the country; the dom would give important tasks to their
submissive – things that didn’t need to be done by someone directly in the
government but too important to be outsourced to someone who may not be as
loyal or trustworthy.” Translation: even when it was voluntary, a lot of subs
where still slaves to their master. Blaine doesn’t think it was originally the
case, but it certainly became that way.
The screen changed again, this time showing several men Blaine recognised from
his politics classes, all standing next to a kneeling woman. Although the woman
were clearly the men’s submissives, they were all smiling directly into the
camera, something he can’t really understand. He is constantly told he is to
have his head down and eyes everted to show proper submission, yet these public
figures hadn’t demanded that of their own subs. Also, they looked genuinely
happy to be there. But then again, they weren’t subs in the same sense as he
is; they all chose it.
“A few more years on and the newness of it ended, the novelty wearing off.”
Exactly, just a trend Blaine reasons. “Although having a submissive had become
standard practice, there were some things they couldn’t provide, some things
their nature simply wouldn’t allow. This resulted in people entering
relationships with multiple people, usually three or four. There would be one
(or two) submissives with two doms. The doms would have a traditional
relationship on equal ground, with the submissive servicing both, usually doing
the housework and being an outlook for the control the doms desired – not
wanting to lose it having just discovered it.” Blaine translate again; once
people started having power they really didn’t want to have to give it back.
Looking back to the projected image, the slide changes once again, this one
showing images of the dynamics Hunter had just explained.
“Submissives started hiding; very few willing to have a non-monogamous
relationship, confused how to manage orders from two people of the same high
status – something simply in a submissives nature, but one tendency we try to
change in you to prepare you for you future. However another type of person
stepped up to fore fill this role: the prostitutes.” Blaine remembers being
taught about them in one his lessons as well, a role that no longer existed in
todays society since the position was passed to subs to fill, people buying
subs to put in building and rent out to people unable to afford their own.
Blaine really hopes he doesn’t end up being rented to different people all the
time, at least with having one Master he would know exactly what was expected
all the time. Although he couldn’t personally see the problem with prostitutes
taking on this kind of role, he can see how they would have changed the status
of the position, and not all for the better.
“Much like they had been doing before, they started selling their services for
this particular role. Eventually, due to supply and demand, the prices became
too steep for a lot of people to afford, and the poorer people returned to a
similar set up as before, going about their lives as though nothing had
happened. Prostitution was illegal most places at this time, so these people
were very shady in attempt to dodge the law. Instead they sold themselves as
‘full time escorting personal assistants’, given the nickname of escorts. Since
escorting was a high paying profession, and gave them a steady income they had
never had before, these poor people didn’t know how to manage their money or
what to spend it on. A lot of them turned to drugs, alcohol and gambling. And
despite the large earnings, a lot got themselves into debt.” Blaine idly
wanders if it would have been something he would have chosen too do if he was
getting paid for it, with having the choice and freedom to still decide what
was too much for himself. Blaine could see why some people would, but from what
Hunter is saying he expects the escorting community to be a difficult place.
“The government had to intervene and put a stop to this all, making it illegal
under a federal law. However as with a lot of large money making jobs, with its
ban it simply went underground. People starting pimping the services, one
person in charge of the assignments given to the escorts on their pay role. A
lot of people got pressured into the system, and because it wasn’t regulated it
wasn’t stopped. There had also been a negative effect in the running of the
country and states, a noticeable decrease in the organisation and paperwork
quality. Turns out, submissives had become very important to the running of the
USA.” Translation: doms took the subs for granted and didn’t know until they
had been took away from them. Noticing the slide show, the current screen was
showing run down villages and places of disrepair. Blaine felt it looked
depressing, but couldn’t see how the lack of submissives could have caused this
much damage; surely they coped before, or if they didn’t the blame couldn’t be
solely put on the submissives.
“It was voted on, and the ban on escorts was lifted, but this time there was
more regulation to prevent a similar problem from arising again. Escorts had to
work for a pimp, and pimps had to have a Supreme Court issued licence, which
could only be gained after rigorous screening and training. There were many
rules under the licence: people had to be at least sixteen years old, they had
to prove their identity, sign paperwork. But one of the largest changes was a
limitation on how many submissives a pimp could manage. This led to testing;
the only people offered a job were those who showed the strongest traits
naturally, ensuring the most profit could be made for everyone involved within
the system.” For once Blaine has to agree, lifting the ban seemed the best
move, and the limitations theoretically should have solved the issues. “Because
of the licences - which had to be paid for as well, - pimps were charging more
for their service and giving less directly to the submissive.” The screen now
showed a few images containing licences and pimps, as well as a few buildings
looking similar to the sub house he was at. Blaine believes that the licences
should have been a great way to ensure everything was safer. Something had
obviously gone wrong.
“A lot of people went to get tested. Being a submissive was considered a
privilege because of how hard it was to get the job. Not only was it well paid
– despite the cut took by the pimps – they were provided with free food,
accommodation and clothing. Even when they were not with an individual client,
they would still have access to all the essentials at a house the pimp ran and
operated from; nowadays they have become known as the holding centres.” Blaine
could see how this place Hunter described could be similar to the holding
centre: add a few years of advancement in technology as well as combining the
several ‘pimp houses’ into one. Bitterly he added the subtraction of clothing
to that list. Following on from that train of thought, he dreads to think how
cold he will be during the winter months in the warehouse like building. He
can’t picture them using any form of heating. He stops his thinking there, not
really wanting to know where it would lead him, and instead goes back to
listening to Hunter.
“Some states made it compulsory for people to get tested, and shortly after the
rest followed, knowing it was the best way to help with unemployment statistics
and to get people off the streets. Pimps came together to work from one
location, still only allowed to be the named manager of a limited number of
subs – depending what licence they owned - but splitting the costs for bills,
and having backup from others. Some places started offering training,
protecting the subs in their care and helping them prepare for the career
ahead.” The slide now showed pictures of classrooms – the traditional type
rather than the type he had come to expect from the sub house.
“The subs needed this help. With having nothing essential to spend their money
on, again a lot turned to drugs and alcohol, several once again gambling and
getting into severe debts.” Blaine is sure there must have been other things
they could have bought; he would love to have a bit of money considered his
own, or anything he could consider his own in all fairness. It hits him at that
moment like a freight train; his childhood is over. He won’t be able to own and
play with the newest computer console, he won’t be able to buy a new bowtie
just because he likes it, he won’t be able gush over a guy who was flirting
with him. The rest of his life is to simply serve others. He understands what
Hunter is trying to say; he had never been a human, but he has only just
reached the age where he is legal recognized as being something else. He lifts
his hands to rest on the bench to steady himself. His whole world spinning away
at a rate he can’t keep up with. Hunter continues talking, none the wiser to
Blaine’s discovery.
“People with submissive instincts simply struggled to manage themselves,
needing to give themselves over and have someone do it for them. Not to say
subs can’t balance the books and manage the bills, but simply can’t decide on
the correct way to spend the money. This led to another change in federal law:
the pimps kept all the money made and distributed it to the subs as they felt
suitable. This allowed the subs to completely focus on those they served, and
to live a healthier life.” He hears someone behind him scoff at that, and he
has to agree. There is no way this lifestyle is healthier for him than he was
before with his singing and fight club. Maybe that would have been the case for
some people, but Blaine doesn’t think that is anything to do with the
submissive instincts. Thankfully Hunter hadn’t heard the noise, and continued
talking uninterrupted.
“Because of this change in the law, a lot of people who were tested positive
declined the job offer, some even going as far as faking the test to avoid any
pressure to say yes. This became unprofitable, and the system was starting to
fail without enough subs to support it. Because of the nature of subs, it was
clear they were not up to making the decision on what is best for themselves,
for you, another federal law was passed meaning the parents of the subs would
get the right to say yes or no, depending on what they thought was best for
their child. They would sign a contract before the test giving permission for
the child to be taken into our care if they were tested positive. This contract
was signed at any age after the child had turned three. As time went on, people
signed it earlier into the child’s life. The contract didn’t have to be signed,
but terms and conditions are always in the small print, and since everyone
signed it, people assumed it was compulsory. It was another form to simply sign
when they booked the test for the child’s sixteenth birthday. Here is a little
secret shared only with subs and a few others who work with me, it was the
exact form all of your parents signed, the only difference being the logo on
the headed paper.” Blaine’s jaw dropped open in disbelief. Everything he had
been told before was a lie! His parents had unknowingly signed his life away
when he was three years old! He no longer knew what to believe.
“All the pimp houses had become directly run by people on the government’s
payroll, specifically that of the organisation of submissive ownership, and
moved to only be in twelve separate locations. People were employed
specifically to help train these subs for their future in a separate location;
all these people today are on my payroll.” The powerpoint went black, clearly
at the end of it all. Blaine tries to sort out all of the thoughts and emotions
running through his mind, but there is too much new information to absorb.
“Master?” A girl asks from the other side of the room.
“You may speak.”
“So this is all for our safety? To keep us safe from ourselves?” She replies.
Blaine doesn’t recognise the voice, obviously belonging to one of the two girls
he hasn’t yet spoken too. He isn’t sure if she actually believed all of the
stuff Hunter had just explained, but from the sound of her question she did.
“Good girl.” Hunter praises. “You are exactly correct,” he nods. After a brief
deliberation he speaks once again. “Ok, I think it is now time for your lunch.
As a last treat though, coming to the end of the adjustment week we allow, I
will warrant you the rest of the afternoon off. Although be sure to spend time
thinking about what you learnt today as you will be expected to remember it at
random moments in a pop quiz.” With that he leaves, allowing Blaine and his
fellow subs to make their own way to the cafeteria with their minds swirling,
Blaine especially worried what is to come, Hunter having given the impression
they had been nice so far.
***** New York *****
Chapter Summary
     So i heard you people asking for more background on the other
     charators, especially Brit, so here is. hopefully it meets your
     expectations.
Chapter Notes
     most of this is trying to follow cannon, but only the cannon that
     fits with my au which is kind of the oppisite way to do it, but
     hopefully you can follow it still. kurt wasnt transfured to dalton,
     and blaine got to pick his own solo songs.
After eating they all go back to the cell, not really sure where else they
would be allowed to go. Although no one has come along to lock them in, all of
Blaine’s fellow subs haven’t left the cell. When they arrive, a few of the subs
Blaine is yet to introduce himself to, as well as Tina, head straight into the
washroom. Blaine decides to occupy his usual space on the floor by Nick’s cage
to wait his turn for the shower, and is shortly joined by both Brittany and
Nick sitting in a three pointed circle. A triangle he corrects himself.
“Hey Nick,” he greats. “Are you ok, you seemed very introverted today?” Nick
grunts in reply, clearly not wanting to talk about it. He instead turns to
Brittany, coming up with a change of topic. “So where are you from Brittany?”
He asks.
“I’m actually from Lima, Ohio. But I had my meeting in Wisconsin,” she replies.
“I was from Ohio too! Westerville. What school did you go to?” Blaine starts
excitedly, slightly bouncing up and down. He notices a ghost of a smile on
Nick’s lips, but not quite enough for it to travel to his eyes.
“Mckinely?” She responds, trying to work out what Blaine was getting at.
“We competed against you at sectionals! Show choir,” he adds as an
afterthought.
“Dalton warblers?” Blaine nods. “Did you and Brad fall out? You didn’t have a
band.” Brittany asks in what appears to be concern, however Blaine has no idea
who ‘Brad’ is so doesn’t really know how to reply. Thankfully Brittany
continues after a pause, despite Blaine’s lack of response. “You were the one
Kurt pointed out, with the cemented gel on your head. Kurt said you were hot.
Why a Katy Perry song? Roar really didn’t suit the Warblers image...” She
questions, Blaine struggling to keep up with the girls train of thought and the
questions she asks. He hears a quiet snicker and turns to jokingly glare at the
offender.
“I’m sorry Blaine,” Nick responds, seeming to be slightly more cheerful than he
was before. “But that is exactly what we tried to tell you. You are just deaf
when it comes to any of her songs.” Nick chuckles again.
“I’m a Katy Perry and I’m proud of it!” Blaine argues, sticking his chin out in
retaliation.
“I know you are.” Nick laughs, shaking his head. After noticing Brittany is
also laughing, Blaine joins in, not really laughing at his comment like the
others, but simply taking an opportunity to laugh. Laughing is much better than
thinking about everything that they had been told earlier.
“So Britt, why was your appointment not in Ohio?” Blaine asks, half in attempt
to rid the attention off him and half steer the conversation on, staying away
from what he is sure is not only on his mind.
“Because that’s where my mom booked it.” She says as though it is blaringly
obvious; which Blaine supposes it is. “Although it was a great day trip, Lord
Tubbington hadn’t seen where I was born until then.”
“I hated my appointment.” Tina says on her way over, saving Blaine from
puzzling over Brittany’s sentences. Her hair is dry, obviously having forgone
the shower this time. “The place smelt like rotting flesh. Although that may
have just been my imagination,” she adds as an afterthought, sitting down
directly opposite him, in between Nick and Brittany.
“I didn’t think it was too bad where I went.” He continues after the pointed
glare from the other three. “Well, the whole discovering ‘your life is now
over’ part wasn’t exactly great, but at least I didn’t get bullied in there.”
He aimed for it to be a jokey comment, but it came out sounding more resentful.
“I thought the place was awful. Come on, it was a prison cell, simple as. Just
like here. And you can’t say you weren’t bullied, that guard was worse than you
bullying before Dalton, surely!” Nick replies in a half question.
“What, Puck? The one with the mohawk?” At Nicks’ slightly confused nod he
continues. “I really liked him. He was much nicer than that woman. And Puck was
fairly kind considering he didn’t have to be.” Nick shakes his head in
objection.
“He was evil reincarnated. A spawn of Satan himself. Worse than all the bullies
I have ever encountered before!” Nick states, getting incredibly agitated.
“You did purposely irritate him though.” At Nick’s expression Blaine realises
it was a mistake in mentioning it, and decides to quickly change topic to the
first thing he can think of. “How long have you and Jeff been dating? None of
the Warblers knew!” He says, remembering the exchange at the auction. He thinks
back and realises that was only six days ago, even though it felt much longer!
Just another 350 or so left to go; a depressing thought.
“Four months as of today,” that would explain the mood, “And we didn’t
celebrate our third month either, since I was already in holding. He must have
thought I had abandoned him, yet he is still trying to save me once he found
out. I just wish I had been brave enough to tell him what was happening, rather
than finding out through a chance meeting with a naked Blaine,” he replies
sadly, but with a slight chuckle at the image of the encounter. Deciding that
it probably wasn’t the best road to take, he tries to come up with something
else to take the attention from Nick, but thankfully Tina speaks first.
“I regret not saying goodbye to all my friends as well.” At a prompting look
from Blaine, she elaborates. “I was so certain I wouldn’t be a sub I didn’t see
the need to. So few people are labelled, and I wasn’t exactly a push over; I
know I scared the principle – “
“He thought she was a vampire.” Brittany interjects. At the boys confused
looks, Tina explains.
“I always used to dress quite gothic – when I was allowed clothes and makeup -
and he thought I was a vampire.” Blaine doesn’t really understand; who thought
vampires were real anyway? “Although in fairness I did act the part at times. I
threatened him a lot of the time, saying if he didn’t allow me to do something
I would set the Asian vampire cult upon him.” Tina chuckles. Blaine tries to
imagine it, but can’t picture this girl looking goth. Then again, he can’t
picture anyone from this hell hole as having a life before it; exactly the
purpose of the training.
“So did you two go to the same school?” Nick asks, picking up on something
Blaine had missed – too focused on the vampire part of the discussion.
“Yup.” Brittany starts explaining. “Tina dated one of my boyfriends before I
did, dumping him for Asian number two. But then I dumped Tina’s ex because he
called me stupid, and that is really offensive. So I then dated Santana, but
you can’t tell anyone as she is still hiding in the wardrobe.”
“Do you mean in the closet?” Nick asks. Brittany just shrugs her shoulders in
response, clearly not fussed with what the true saying is.
“Is this the same Santana who lied about me escaping that first day?” Blaine
knows it is a very long shot – everyone from America ends up at this place, the
odds are against it being true, especially since that girl was at least a year
older than them – although he couldn’t help but wonder if it is possible.
“That is her. We don’t date anymore, because she skived her appointment in
protest and therefore got took ‘for her own good’.” Blaine can’t tell if
Brittany believes what she is saying or not, speaking expressionlessly and in
an impressive monotone manor. Blaine is still trying to understand the
likelihood of so many people being from such a small area when he realises
Brittany is still talking. “- and then I slept with Quinn, but turns out she
doesn’t play for the winning team-“
“Bat for the other team?” Nick interrupts in question. Once again Brittany
simply shrugs in nonchalance.
“I did make out with Kurt, but turns out he does play for the winning team.
Although he had really nice baby hands.” Blaine smiles at Brittany in
confusion, not really understanding what she is talking about anymore. “He was
the kicker for the football team, and helped them win. But it was only a
winning team because he danced to single ladies on the pitch.” Blaine chuckles
at the image; a boy on the football team shacking his hips on the football
field. At least he thinks that is what Brittany is trying to say. This Kurt
sounds like something else.
“So what about you Blaine? Any good love life tales to tell?” Tina asks, Nick
shorting in response. Blaine glares at his best friend, but decides to share
anyway.
“Well last year the Warblers staged a ‘Gap attack’ at the local Gap. I had a
huge crush on the junior manager there, but he didn’t have the same feelings. I
may have accidentallygothimfired,” he says in a rush, guiltily. “Apart from
that I haven’t got anything to tell. I’ve always known I was a sub so didn’t
really go looking for any-“ Blaine stops suddenly at the three open mouthed
people sat with him. “What?” He questions self consciously.
“You knew you were going to be a sub? How does that work? Did you just give up
on living, or did you simply hand yourself over at sixteen? Don’t you like your
parents?” Tina lists in curiosity.
“As for my parents, they were supportive and all that, but my Dad was never
really comfortable after I had come out. He was still accepting, and didn’t
stand for people bullying me, he was just more distant than before I came out.
And as for how I knew, well I just had always known. Although I always looked
like I was independent, everything I did was in aim for someone’s approval. I
was very glad Dalton had a uniform as I struggled picking clothes. And when I
did have to find an outfit I always chose some bright primary colours,
something that was outrageous, in an attempt to discise the lack of fashion
sense I had. I may be gay, but unfortunately it doesn’t automatically make me a
fashionista.” Unconsciously he raises his hand to run along his collar,
prompting another memory. “And I would always wear a bow tie as I loved the
feeling of something round my neck, a comfort blanket.” At the continued
confusion evident on his friends faces – and a few of the other subs who had
clearly been earwigging – he gives up on his explanation. “Although I knew
being a sub isn’t really a true life, not having any freedom for yourself, I
just knew it would be my path. I still had dreams for my future, but I knew
they were just dreams.” He looks up and notices another sub, looking like they
wanted to talk.
“I always knew I would be too. For no reason I could really pin point, I just
was expecting the words ‘Maxwell, you have scored over fifty points’, so I
wasn’t too shocked. Although if I hear anyone call me Maxwell I will go all
Texas heights on you, I go by Max,” he inputs. Blaine hasn’t paid much
attention to the other subs, so unsurprisingly he didn’t really know much else
about the short boy, but will defiantly have to remember his name; although the
boy – Max he reminds himself - had at least appeared to be half joking. Looking
round the room, Blaine spots at least 3 others – two girls and one other boy –
also nodding. At least it appears he wasn’t the only one. He takes the awkward
end of conversation as an opportunity to go shower.
Blaine takes his time in the washroom, using the cold shower to brainstorm
ideas for a better descriptive word for the room itself. Washroom makes it
sound much classier than it is. There are no baths to warrant the term
bathroom, and there is more than just a toilet to use that term. It’s just
another cell like room with no windows and a dim light, but also wet and damp.
A wet cell. He chuckles, still not finding a word he likes, before taking his
time to finish in the room.
Heading out, he notices another naked body sitting with his little group,
currently facing away from him, sat between Nick and Tina. He recognises the
hair as belonging to the boy who earned a punishment yesterday in the canteen
area; another boy he had all but ignored before.
“Blaine, meet Jacob.” Nick introduces. Blaine smiles at Jacob before walking to
the other side of the small circle to sit down in the spot he was in before,
feeling incredibly exposed with his uncovered dick at eye level with this new
stranger. Although, he reasons, it’s nothing the others haven’t seen before, he
might as well start getting used to it. Jacob starts talking, obviously
continuing the conversation from before Blaine arrived.
“I disagree Nick, I liked that room. Maybe it’s because you were the first to
be took to be ‘broken’ you only saw it as a room to wait for your inevitable
doom. However once just about less than half of you had been took – in fact, I
think it was just after Blaine had been caught playing pat-a-cake and ordered
to leave - we invented a game to pass the slow moving time.”
“Sorry, can you catch me up please?” Blaine asks, confused as to what was going
on that involved him.
“We are just talking about that room we were put in before the guards raped
us.” Jacob explains frankly, surprisingly showing no reaction to the thought of
the rape unlike the rest of them – Blaine included. “I suppose it wasn’t as bad
for me since I wasn’t a virgin in the first place. I had bottomed occasionally
before with my girl friend. She would use a strap on and tie me up, and I would
get of on the helplessness of it, which had given me a tiny-”he chuckled “-
inkling that I was submissive, although I didn’t think I would be found out for
it. But as awful as this sounds and as embarrassed this makes me feel, I kind
of enjoyed the experience. I certainly got off on it anyway,” he adds shyly.
Thinking back, Blaine recognises Jacob as being the other boy who nodded with
Max.
Blaine is interrupted from the option of replying by the appearance of Slapper.
He instantly shuts his mouth and drops his head in attempt to remove himself
from her vision. Out of the corner of his eye he notices Nick doing the same.
“Here’s your cup.” She says to Tina, holding a small rubber looking object.
“You are responsible for it’s usage, keeping it clean, and storing it when not
in use. I suggest keeping it in your cage.” She turns to address the three
other girls. “We will get one to the rest of you as well at some point, we just
haven’t sorted it yet. Lights out in an hour.” Without another word or
explanation she turns and leaves, locking the cell for the first time. It is a
good job everyone did opt to stay rather than leaving, she didn’t take note of
who was there. Hell, at least two people where out of her view in the washroom
anyway! He can’t imagine what kind of punishment would have been in store if he
had been locked outside.
Tina looks up at the ceiling and sighs, clearly over something he was
imagining.
“A sigh makes babies cry.” Brittany says in panic. “What’s wrong.”
“I always wanted to be an actress. Now though I only have rape and servitude to
look forwards to.” She sighs again.
“I had dreams to move to New York, despite knowing I would likely be a sub
anyway. I was going to get a role on Broadway and give private music lessons in
my spare time. I’m still hoping someone from New York will buy me, even if it
isn’t the way I hoped to be going there.” Blaine shares his guilty pleasure. He
hadn’t ever voiced it before.
“We are in New York now,” Brittany inputs.
“Really!” Nick exclaims. “How do you know that Britt?”
“I saw the birds flying east as we where led in, and it smelt like the last
time I visited for nationals.”
“How on earth can you tell?” Tina asks, as interested as the rest of them.
“I just told you.” Brittany replies irritably.
“I really don’t get you at times, yet more often than not you tend to be right.
So, New York. Wow.” Tina replies in a mixture of shock and amazement, clearly
believing Brittany is correct.
The conversations continue easily, Max having also decided to join them. At one
point Brittany and Tina disappear into the washroom– as well as the other two
girls opting to go as well – so Brittany can help them with how to use the
menstrual cup. Blaine obviously didn’t follow, not really wanting to know what
the teaching would entail either. After what had obviously been an hour,
Slapper returns, instructing them all to get into their cages for the night.
Confusingly, she doesn’t unlock the cell and enter. She leaves without locking
the individual cages, although no one dared to leave anyway, especially not in
the pitch black running the risk of falling out.
***** Masterbation *****
Blaine had spent a long time last night waiting for someone to come and lock
the cages, however no one did. He must have eventually fallen asleep though
because the next thing he was aware of was a loud commotion, someone banging on
the cell door to get them all up.
“Everyone needs to be in yesterdays classroom within ten minutes.” A guard
shouts from the other side of the door. Blaine groans and roles over, turning
so his back is against his cage door. He hears a few others groaning as well,
clearly objecting to having to get up. He thought subs had some kind of magical
ability enabling them to be better at getting up in the mornings, however it
turns out he is still a teenager and getting up at... well, whatever the time
is... is still a tall order, especially knowing there isn’t anyone there
watching and waiting to discipline him for not getting up instantly. He hears
some of the others opening their cage doors and getting out, but he still isn’t
ready.
He must have fallen back to sleep, as the next thing he is aware of is being
shaken.
“Blaine, you really have got to get up.” He hears Nick, still shaking him
roughly. Blaine grumbles but doesn’t make any further move. “Blaine if you
don’t get up this second I will personally see to it that your parents burn
your bowtie collection.”
“Not the bowties! I’m up,” he shouts, jumping down from his cage with a slight
chuckle. Although he knows there is little chance Nick would carry out his
threat, he knows there is a bigger, genuine threat for not getting up.  One he
certainly doesn’t want to face.
It appears half the subs had already left, not waiting for the others - only
his three friends as well as Max and Jacob remained to wait for him. Then
again, there isn’t any sense of unity between them all, at least not outside of
his little group. It’s each sub for themselves; Blaine expects the only person
to really have his back is Nick.
When they eventually make it to their destination – having made one wrong turn
– the arrive only an instant before the guard. Blaine’s heart plummets when he
recognises the voice.
“Hurry up, kneel,” Slapper instructs, the six of them hastily settling on the
cushions in the front row. On the bench-table in front of each cushion is a
bottle of small, generic, cheaply produced lube. Blaine really doesn’t want to
know why they need it, despite it probably being obvious.
“This is the first and last time you will get to do this. Your pleasure is no
longer anyone’s concern, but we allow you one last opportunity to masturbate;
we have discovered the best way to teach you to bring pleasure to your Master
is doing it yourself. But only once.” Slapper picks up the bottle of lube from
her desk, popping the lid as she returns to the centre of the room and creepily
sniffing it.
“A quick question for the girls first, before we all begin. Are any of you on
your period? 1452?” Blaine wonders what the numbers mean.
“No Ma’am,” Tina responds. That’s right, everyone in this room is only a
product, referred to by their serial number. He had almost forgotten where he
was, the daily routine already seeming more normal than it should be. He
guesses that must be Tina’s name now, according to the system. After seeing the
other three girls shake their heads, Slapper seems satisfied and continues.
“Firstly, you boys need to wank and bring yourself to full hardness, and you
girls need to stimulate your clitoris until you have sufficient juices
flowing,” Slapper instructs, directly to the point, everyone’s jaws dropping in
shock. “Then you all be instructed on how to stretch your anal hole. This
afternoon you will be paired up and then finally you will be allowed to reach
your orgasm.”  He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but it defiantly wasn’t
that. When no one moves, she speaks up again. “What are you waiting for?”
Everyone scrambles for the lube, still in a slight daze trying to process what
it is they have been instructed to do. Blaine isn’t really sure what he is
meant to be doing. Well, that’s not completely true; he is a teenaged boy, he
knows what porn is. But to be judged on exactly what he is doing and how,
that’s something completely different. And to do it in a room full of other
people, also trying to spark their own arousal, completely kills his mood.
Theoretically anyway.
“5226, I suggest you hurry up and start or I will be doing it for you, and I
promise you don’t want that!” At the recognition of his number, he quickly pops
the lid and trickles the slimy liquid over his fingers and palm, wrapping it
around his flaccid cock.
Looking at the room he sees everyone else in various states. Nick looks
hesitant, but stroking himself none the less. Brittany seemed to be taking it
all in her stride, and comparably Tina also seemed to be trying, but a little
less sure of herself than Brittany. Blaine can’t seem to look away, having
never watched a girl before. Brittany has her eyes shut, head slightly thrown
back. Her legs spread in a way only a cheerleader or gymnast could manage,
still on her knees, her whole arm moving up and down at a slow sustainable
pace. On each upstroke Blaine notices she pulls her fingers in a come-hither
motion, lightly brushing her clit each time. It’s almost like watching a bad
accident, he can’t quite look away, even though he really wants to.
Finally he is able to move on, knowing looking at viginas is resulting in the
opposite of what he has to achieve. His eyes skip over Max, also looking around
uncomfortably like Blaine, before landing on Jacob. Blaine has to have a double
take, because the same boy who caused the scene in the canteen a few days ago,
well he was really going for it. Blaine could see the muscles in his arms
working to keep up the fast pace, and feels himself getting turned on by the
image. When he started looking around, it was only to try and work out the
others reactions, he didn’t intend for it to be his own live action porn. But
god, those muscles! He watched them flex, standing out prominently from the
rest of Jacob’s arm. Jacob’s mouth drops open, emitting a soft groan Blaine
can’t help but bask in.
He knows he really shouldn’t. He should look away. Shut his eyes and focus
solely on his own sensations. But he just can’t bring himself to do it. Blaming
it on the sex deprived teenage mind of his, he starts moving his own arm,
slowly simulating his own cock. He watches the movements Jacobs makes, copying
them with his own arm, imagining it is Jacob’s arm stroking his own cock. He
knows it’s wrong, but he can’t stop. Jacob makes another deep moan, which goes
straight to Blaine’s cock. Blaine has to fight to keep back his own moan. How
had he not noticed before? But Jacob is incredibly hot and muscular!
Everywhere. Blaine’s gaze makes it’s way to Jacobs dick, and he is stunned by
the length. It is the prettiest and biggest cock he had seen, sticking out at
full hardness. Blaine feels an increasing heat in his hands, more blood having
rushed to his dick fast enough to make him dizzy had he not had a focal point –
namely the almost strangers cock. He sees a bit of precum gathering at the end
of Jacob’s cock, and his mouth starts waters, imagining licking it off. As he
picks his lips, Jacobs looks up and directly at Blaine.
He freezes, no idea what to do. He had been caught in the act and there was no
back tracking.
“5226, 8263! Start moving.” Slapper shouts, agitatedly. Blaine starts stroking
again, slowly. He knows he really should stop looking at Jacob, but he can’t.
And god those eyes of his! A swirling grey. Grey doesn’t do it justice though.
Grey sounds dull and boring, whereas Jacob’s eyes look like they contained the
stars, the moon, and the rest of the galaxy. Blaine was getting lost in those
eyes, still stroking his own cock as per Slapper’s instructions.
It’s at that point he realises there is only one reason Blaine is able to look
into Jacob’s eyes. He is staring directly back. His breath hitches, seeing the
smile aimed directly at him, before Jacob’s eyes travel down Blaine’s own body.
He takes this as permission, eyes dropping below the equator again. Yup, Jacob
is still caressing his cock while watching Blaine. And wow. He has to take a
moment to appreciate it. It is the best cock he has ever seen, better than he
could have imagined. The veins stand out prominently from the muscly shaft.
Jacob is slightly shorter than Blaine, but his greater girth makes up for it.
The head is a shinny red, sparkling with precum, the shaft a blend of red and
Jacob’s natural tanned tone.
“5226.” Slapper calls, standing right in front of him, making him jump. He
whips his head round to look at her, before remembering he should have his head
down, dropping it quickly. “Good boy,” she praises. Strangely, Blaine likes the
praise, feeling like he had done something right for once in this place. “Twist
your wrist as you reach your head,” she instructs. On his next upstroke, Blaine
turns his wrist in a clockwise direction. A wave of heat races through his
body, a sensation he has never had the pleasure of experiencing before. His
head falls back, allowing a breathless moan to escape.
“Much better. Keep it up,” she instructs as she moves along to watch Tina on
his left. He shuts his eyes, allowing himself to float in the pleasure he is
giving himself. He feels every sensation, only multiplied by 10. The sounds of
everyone else in the room become distant, everything calm. His only focus is
his dick, and the image of Jacob doing unspeakable things to him. Up, twist,
back. Up, twist, back. Repeat again. He starts increasing his speed, needing
and craving for more of the friction. His movements start to get slightly
erratic, no pattern or rhythm, just doing what feels right and pulls in the
right way. He feels his muscles tightening, preparing for the release is
craving.
“5226 Stop!” Slapper booms. Blaine’s eyes shoot open, releasing his hand from
its pleasurable grasp, unsure what it is he is in trouble for. It appears he
isn’t the only one who listened, everyone else having opened their ears and
stopped as well. “Did I tell the rest of you to stop?” Slapper prompts. A few
of the subs shake their heads, before everyone starts back up again. “Remind me
why we are letting you do this?” She asks. Blaine thinks back to the start of
the lesson, struggling to remember, feeling like he is trying to run through
deep mud.
“To make sure we know what we are doing?” He asks. Hastily adding, “Ma’am.”
“What did I say about your own pleasure?” She prompts.
“It doesn’t matter, Ma’am.”  He drops his head. “You are preparing us to give
our Masters hand jobs. And clitoral stimulation.” He adds, remembering the
girls. He starts feeling guilty, although he isn’t really sure what exactly is
making him feel that way
“So what did you do wrong?” Slapper acts condescendingly, as though Blaine is a
young child who had been caught sneaking into the snack cupboard.
“I forgot, Ma’am, and instead was too absorbed in myself.”
“That’s right,” Slapper agrees. “You are going to sit there, not touching
yourself, while you wait for everyone else. If you behave for the rest of the
session, I might allow you to regain the promised orgasm you have just lost.
But since there are an odd amount of you, it wouldn’t be any issue to have
someone sitting out.”
“Thank you Ma’am.” He responds, grateful that appears to be the extent of his
‘punishment’. Although probably because he had been caught before he had
finished.
After only a few minutes he realised it wasn’t going to be as easy as he had
initially thought. Sat on his knees, his cock still jutting out wanting
attention, while being surrounded by ten other subs, all making their own moans
and whimpers, bringing pleasure to themselves. Blaine keeps getting a twitch in
his right arm, wanting to touch himself again, still as hard as he was before
he had to stop. He looks out the corner of his eye, wanting to see Jacob.
But turns out that was a mistake, unsurprisingly. Jacob was still stroking
himself, but slower than before. He had his eyes open and was still watching
Blaine. The blood from his brain seems to rush straight to his cock, as not
only does it get harder, he doesn’t even attempt to block the moan that escapes
his lips. Sweat has started to bead on Jacob’s forehead, but not in the gross
sweaty baboon way, instead in the sexy workout way. All Blaine can think about
is what it would taste like if he was to lick it. Which really isn’t helping
obey his no wanking order. Viginas. Big scary viginas. Viginas with teeth and
legs. Viginas bleeding. Eww. He feels his cock slightly cooling down. Not
completely deflating, but the blood flow slowly reducing.
Thankfully, at the same time Slapper decides everyone has shown enough
knowledge, and tells them all to stop. The delicious noises all fade to
nothing. Blaine breathes a sigh of relief as Slapper walks over to the desk,
pulling out a damaged box without a top, and dropping it on top of the desk.
“You are all likely to get anal fucked.” Again, Blaine double takes at the
frankness she says it with. “Now these aren’t that large; probably need three
fingers.” She says pulling out a purple butt plug, shaped similar to a bulb.
“You are to open yourselves up, and once you think you have done enough work,
tell me and we will test it.” She says with a smirk. “It is going in, even if
you haven’t done enough, so I suggest you make sure you are completely open.
But if you take too long, it will be going in, ready or not.” She drops the
plug back into the box, which Blaine takes as his cue to start.
He had never done this before, but knows he needs plenty of lube, squirting it
in copious amounts over his fingers. Though that isn’t true, he has had fingers
in his hole before, he just hadn’t done it to himself. Thoughts of the night
with Hunter come flooding back to him, sending shivers down his own spine. All
of his firsts are being took from him without his consent. He looks around the
room, seeing everyone in various positions, with expressions ranging from pain
to awkwardness to enjoyment. To these people, who now own his life, he is
simply a number. He is one of eleven in this room, one of over a hundred at
this house, and one of thousands overall. They don’t really care about him as a
person, only as a four digit number – ten digits on paper with his full ID
number. He might as well be a cow, being fattened up before being taken the
slaughter house.
“5226,” Slapper growls in warning. Out of panic, Blaine pushes his index finger
in. He did it too fast however, as soon as it was in he felt the an intense
delayed pain. Biting his lip to prevent himself from screaming out, he leans
forwards so his chest is on the bench, just to the side of the lube. He notices
Tina follow his lead, and a few others already in an identical position.
Shutting his eyes, he waits for the pain to numb slightly before moving his
finger around.
Keeping his eyes shut, he starts slowly pulling his finger in and out, gently
stretching the muscles. The burn is less intense now, but defiantly still
there, not yet ready for his middle finger to join its companion.
“Next.” He hears from above, raising his eyes – although not his head – he sees
Slapper looking it him. He doesn’t add the finger straight away, knowing he
wouldn’t be able to take it. Even during his first time, with Hunter, he was
more stretched before the second finger went in.
The next thing he is aware of is an intense stinging from his left cheek, his
head thrown to the right from the impact of the slap.  “Ouch,” he mutters under
his breath. But obviously not quiet enough.
“What did you just say whore?”
“I’m sorry Ma’am, I didn’t mean to,” he replies earnestly.
“I’m sorry... I didn’t... Have you not learnt this isn’t about you yet? Oh, you
will be sorry slut.” With that she leaves. Blaine would have preferred her
shout at him there and then. At least he would have known what was coming,
instead of giving her time to come up with a worse punishment. He sees her
pulling out the purple butt plug she showed earlier, and Blaine’s heart drops.
He might not be a mind reader, but he knew exactly what was going to happen
with that.
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He limps to lunch with the rest of the subs. Thankfully Slapper had stretched
him a little before the plug was pushed in, but no where near as much as what
he would had done. There wasn’t any blood, which quite surprised him, but that
doesn’t mean it didn’t feel like being torn in two. He expects she only
stretched him since his hole is the most valuable part of him now, and you have
to look after valuable things. Shame his life is no longer considered valuable
to those in charge of it.
They had spent a lot of time in the classroom, even once the plugs where all
in. Blaine thinks it was more talking about pleasing your Master, but he was
focusing too much on the pain from the plug to pay attention to anything else.
By the time they make it to the canteen area it is an acceptable time for
lunch.
The canteen is the busiest Blaine had seen it so far, clearly a lot of sessions
finishing at similar times. As he walks to collect one of the identical food
trays – good job he doesn’t have any food alleges – he feels the eyes of all
the other subs. Looking around, he notices most of them are looking at him and
his group with either jealousy or sadness. It was not the looks he was
expecting; why on earth would they be jealous of what they had endured today?
He follows Nick after picking up his tray, taking it to sit down in the centre
of the room, furthest away from all the guards. Despite sitting on his knees –
he is in enough trouble today without unnecessarily causing more – he can’t
find a position which doesn’t jostle the plug. He opts for kneeling down with
his feet slightly apart as at least that doesn’t stimulate his prostate.
Looking at his plate, he siles slightly. Today they have a roast dinner, and
what appears to be a glass of water but it more likely some drugged concoction.
At least, a replica of one; no gravy – thankfully, since apparently it’s too
much to provide cutlery for their once daily meal – and the meat being some
processed thing tasting more like paper, but other than that it was a proper
meal. Idly Blaine wonders who cooks, but assumes they have a chef on payroll.
Maybe a few of the guards cook as well? Before he gets too caught up on the
running of the house, he starts eating his meal as politely as he can, scooping
the peas up in his hand in small quantities. He appears to be the only one
worrying about manners, the older subs all eating as though it is their first
meal in a week and if they don’t eat fast enough it will be took away. In this
place, it isn’t too hard to imagine.
Once he finishes he returns his tray, plate and glass on top, to the little
cubby hole next to the main counter, before leaving for the classroom with Tina
and Max in tow. In the week and a bit they had been there, he had learnt the
daily routine fairly quickly. Surprisingly, scarily quickly.
Reaching the classroom, he takes the same spot as earlier next to Tina, waiting
for Brittany to join them and pop down next to him. He lowers his head in wait,
his mind drifting to the blank space he found during his punishment after the
auction.
He hears movement next to him, and looks up expecting to greet Brittany, but is
met with the sight of Jacob. His mind struggles to find something to say,
having not looked at him since he was caught.
“Hello Blaine,” Jacob speaks first. And how and Blaine not noticed that voice
before? Defiantly American but with a slight British mix, as though he has
spent his early years in the United Kingdom but with an American family. It’s
subtle, but defiantly there.
“H...hi,” he stutters.
“I want you to know, I didn’t find earlier awkward. I see it as a compliment,
you know, the whole phrase about copying being the highest form of praise and
all that.” Blaine feels his cheeks getting warm, blushing.
“I... um... thanks?” He smiles, unsure of himself. “I... I thought you had a
girlfriend?” He questions, although not really sure what it is he is
questioning.
“I did. Before here. But she will not ever see me again, she was labelled a hum
last year.”
“My old friends are saving to buy me and Nick. They visited us during the
auction to tell us. Which is why we were punished – although not a direct
result. Maybe she will come get you?”
“Hah,” he fakes a laugh. “She wont. She was a bit of a slut, always ‘punishing’
me.” He uses air quotes, obviously implying he didn’t find it a punishment in
the slightest. “And just so you know,” he starts in a whisper. “I’m interested
in guys too.” Blaine feels himself blushing furiously, unsure how to respond.
Or why it appears Jacob is making advances on him, especially in their
situation.
He is saved from answering by the appearance of Slapper – who was also followed
by a clothed sub. Looking around in his peripheral vision, he discovers all the
other subs had also arrived - unnoticed - during his short chat with Jacob.
“Now you all get to experience the pleasure of having someone’s mouth on you:
blow jobs and eating out, depending on who you are paired with. The for the odd
one of you, I have called one of the graduated subs to even the numbers.” She
indicates the collared and clothed sub. Graduated subs.Blaine doesn’t like the
use of that word, making it sound as though they are top class students getting
a qualification. He can’t see cock sucking 101 taking off in schools. “Ok, in
pairs: you two,” she says, indicating Max and Tina. “You two.” Blaine and
Jacob. Blaine was sure he would be put with the older subs having been the one
to misbehave, although is really excited to be able to put his earlier thoughts
of Jacob into action. Blaine notices slapper is simply pairing people with
those kneeling next to them, meaning Nick and Brittany are also paired
together. She reaches the end of the second row, pairing the final female sub
with the graduated sub, making them the only female pairing.
“Same thing as before. I’m just here to make sure you are doing it right.” As
before, no one moves straight away. “Now!” She instructs exasperatedly.
Blaine turns his body to be looking at Jacob, his back to Nick. He sits the
awkwardly, unsure how to proceed. Thankfully it appears Jacob does know; before
Blaine opens his mouth to form a word, Jacob has his mouth open... and heading
towards Blaine’s dick. Blaine lets out a gasp in shock, which appears to get
Slapper’s attention.
“Not bad,” she informs Jacob. “I’m going to guess you have done this before?”
Somehow Jacob manages to nod while still licking at Blaine’s cock in his mouth.
The motion causes Blaine to gasp once again; Slapper changing her attention to
Blaine.
“5226, don’t forget, you haven’t earnt your orgasm privileges back, you need to
tell your partner just before you finish.”
“Yes Ma’am,” he replies, his head down in attempt to hide his blush. It seems
to work in moving Slapper along, as her attention turns to Nick and Brittany.
Blaine chuckles slightly at the sight, Brittany eagerly worshipping Nick’s
balls, but Nick looking the most awkward person in the room, supporting a half
hard dick. Knowing how far along they gay spectrum Nick is, he imagines his
friend to be hating this experience.
Blaine looks back down to Jacob, and all thoughts of Nick leave his mind.
Instead he focuses on the deliciously hot boy currently devouring his cock, one
of Jacobs hands fondling his balls – the other one supporting to his weight in
the crouched position. On the next thrust forwards Jacob takes Blaine all the
way down his throat, his nose in Blaine’s short pubic hair – having not had
access to a razor since being taken into holding.
“OMG Jacob!” Blaine exclaims. He can’t comprehend how he was able to have his
focus on Nick for so long. “You need to stop or I’m going to cum.” However
Jacob ignores his statement, instead becoming more determined to get Blaine
off. The hand originally on his balls moves to his cock, replacing Jacob’s
mouth as he comes up for a breath, keeping an almost continuous tight heat.
“Please...” stop, Blaine begs. “Please...” stop. But he can’t get that second
word out, not with the wonders Jacob is working on his dick. “Jacob, I need you
to stop!” But Blaine’s accompanying groan seems to imply otherwise. “I can’t
come, you need to stop.” Blaine starts panicking, finally able to get his
message across, pushing at Jacob’s shoulders as well. However it appears Jacob
took it as a challenge to make Blaine orgasm. “Please,” He begs half heartily,
knowing it is too late anyway. He erupts into Jacobs mouth, unable to stop
himself. He feels Jacob swallowing as he rides out his orgasm.
Jacob sits up, smirking, some of Blaine’s cum still on his lips. Next to Jacob
however, is none other than Slapper, who Blaine reasons must have seen the
whole thing.
***** Anticipation *****
Nothing happens straightaway. He isn’t taken to be whipped, he isn’t slapped,
he isn’t even shouted at. Instead everyone is informed the lesson was over and
to head back to their cell. Blaine would have preferred shouting to the look
given by his peers over that announcement, several seeming to be enjoying that
particular class.
He would have also taken the shouting over the unknown, the anticipation of
awaiting his punishment. He doesn’t know what is going to happen, he did
disobey a direct order, so it’s only fair he has to face the consequence. But
it hadn’t been completely his own fault, and Slapper must have seen the whole
exchange and realised that, hadn’t she?
When his group arrive at their cell, Blaine heads straight to into his cage,
not talking to anyone. He knows they will all blame the loss on him, and
doesn’t feel in the mood to put up with the glares from his peers, so he opts
to hide. Jacob and Nick both attempt to get him to come down from his cage, but
he simply ignores them, turning his back on the remainder of the room.
Eventually they both give up and leave him, joining in the conversation with
Brittany and Tina.
Surprisingly he doesn’t hear his name mentioned by anyone. Or even his number –
since he supposes most of the group would have heard him only addressed by
that. After an unknown amount of time, the chat in the cell stops abruptly.
“5226, 8263, with me,” he hears a voice demand. He was expecting it to be
Slapper, so was surprised to realise it was a male voice. He idly wonders how
they seem to know his and Jacob’s numbers; there are over 100 subs on the site,
each with a 4 digit ID, there is no way an ordinary human can remember that
many numbers. But then maybe they don’t have to remember most of them. Blaine
realises few have been directly addressed, only those misbehaving. And even
then, Blaine realises they could simply look at the tattooed ID peaking out
over their collar. He also bets they have a file on everyone, having physically
seen his in the holding centre, which they likely looked at before coming to
get him and Jacob.
Blaine jumps down from his cell, and takes his time as he walks over the guard,
head down, refusing to acknowledge any of the looks that might be thrown at him
by his peers. When he sees the shoed feet belonging to the guard he stops,
waiting. He is surprised to find how much the lack of shoes bothers him,
considering his complete nakedness anyway, but it just highlights his
hopelessness even more, making him feel more exposed than seems reasonable.
The shoes move, walking away from him and breaking Blaine from his thoughts.
Even without an audible instruction, he knows he is to follow the guard. He
wonders if he has already met this guard before, but since he didn’t look up
Blaine can’t tell.
He and Jacob are lead down several corridors that he recognises, before a few
he doesn’t. They reach a door the guard stops in front of, surprising Blaine
and almost causing him to walk into him. Luckily he notices in time – he would
hate to discover the consequence if he hadn’t. The guard knocks three times
before dropping his hand and patiently waiting. Blaine feels at a loss for what
to do, confused as to why the guard doesn’t simply help himself to the room. He
lifts his head slightly, making eye contact with Jacob - stood next to him -
but the returning unsure expression doesn’t give him any indication Jacob knows
what to do or what is happening either. He decides on his safest bet; dropping
his head once again in submission.
He hears a beckoning call from behind the door, and his heart plummets at the
recognition of the voice, or more importantly the owner of that voice. Of
course, the only person a guard wouldn’t barge in on; Hunter.
The guard opens the door and walks in, Blaine reluctantly follows behind Jacob
before coming to a stop next to him. The first thing that hits him is the
change in surface under his feet. The room is carpeted. Blaine scrunches his
toes, floating in the sensation of the soft blue fabric under his feet. It made
a change from the concreate floors throughout the rest of the building.
Hunter looks up from the paperwork he had been tidying, obviously having paused
his work in anticipation of addressing the visitors. Hunter’s eyes roam over
the other two occupants of the room before landing on Blaine. Blaine hadn’t
realised he had brought his head up until he locks eye contact with Hunter. He
instantly notices the lust in Hunter’s eyes, obviously still wanting to own
Blaine personally – the prospect makes Blaine’s skin crawl. He instantly drops
his gaze, realising his mistake. He hunches his shoulders as well, trying to
make himself as small as possible.
“Thank you for bringing them, Rob.” Thankfully, it appears Hunter is going to
ignore his slip up. Blaine is almost surprised the guard has a name; having
made them up for all the others it seems a strange concept; these people being
humans, with names and families and lives outside of what he sees of them.
Bitterly he wishes he still had a name, rather than those four numbers.
“No prob Hunt,” the guard – Rob – replies as though the two where best friends.
“Have you been able to approve my holiday requests?” He asks, ignoring the fact
he is in the room with two listening subs.
“Not yet I’m afraid. I’m still trying to pull some strings and work out some
math but everyone else got there before you, and I don’t think I can do
anything about it.” Blaine really wishes he knew exactly what was going on. It
sounds as though Rob was after holiday leave, but the idea of booking holiday
was a strange concept to Blaine, to the teenager side of him more so than the
sub side. He never really put much thought into adults taking holiday from
work, and it sees strange to consider the guards are here just like it’s any
other job - they come across too invested in being abusive to their charges to
also be worrying about their holiday pay.
“Damn. I really was hoping to be with my family over Christmas this year.”
Blaine internally scoffs; he would love to see his family as well, but they’re
not going to let that happen are they! Rob turns and heads out the door. Before
leaving he speaks up once more. “I’ve still got my fingers crossed though
Hunt!” He says with a chuckle.
“I’m still trying Rob!” Hunter replies with a smile. Finally he turns his full
attention to the matter at hand, his expression darkening, glaring at Blaine
and Jacob in turn. Hunter sighs exasperatedly, before composing himself and
addressing the two subs.
“I’ve been told why you are here, but I both want you to tell me in your own
words,” Hunter orders. Blaine thinks it’s a trick question, a test maybe –
although it was anyone’s guess to what he was being tested on. “You may both
look up.” So Blaine does, feeling a bit more composed, but still not making eye
contact with Hunter. He had been told countless of times what would happen if
he did look a superior in the eyes, and he is in enough trouble already –
serious enough to be took to the boss to be dealt with. He realises he still
hasn’t provided an answer.
“I orgasmed when I was denied the privilege, after already misbehaving
previously?” Blaine replies in question, not sure if that is the answer Hunter
was looking for. “Master,” he adds after a moment, knowing the title is
expected.
“And what was that previous misbehaviour?” Hunter prompts, ignoring his delay.
“I put my own desires above Ma’am’s order, Master?” That’s not entity how
Blaine pictured the event, but he thinks it’s how Hunter would want to hear the
confession.
“Good boy.” Blaine hates that he has started loving the patronising praise, his
insides going all floppy and squidgy in the knowledge he has done something
right for once, and this time was no exception. He drops his head to try and
hide his reaction from Hunter. “I have to own up, half of me is happy you keep
playing up, it will lower your value to a price I can afford. However I would
hate for you to be covered in disgusting permanent scars.” A shiver runs down
his spine, not wanting to even imagine what his life would be like as Hunter’s
personal bitch. Hunter looks at Jacob - appearing to have finished with Blaine
for the time being - wordlessly prompting him to respond to the same question.
“I don’t know, no one told me I did anything wrong,” Jacob responds with a
cocky grin, almost daring Hunter to do something. Blaine had become slightly
more practiced than Jacob in what was expected when in trouble – not that he is
happy about the fact. Blaine cringes in preparation of what Hunter’s reaction
will be, dropping his head to try and make himself as small and unnoticeable as
possible. However, shockingly, Hunter doesn’t seem even the slightest bit
affected by the response, not taking the bait.
“Well then...” he pauses for a moment, “What’s your name?”
“Jacob.”
“I see you need a reminder - I guarantee you have been told before - but that
name no longer belongs to you, does it now?” He asks in an almost condescending
tone. “Shall we try again? What is your name boy?”
“Jacob,” he replies once again, in a tone with a finality Blaine can almost
imagine going with a stomping foot, exactly like a toddler would when arguing
with a parent. Blaine hears Hunter get up and walk over to the pair, coming to
a stop behind Jacob. He looks up out of the corner of his eye, needing to see
what is happening.
Hunter forcefully pushes Jacobs head down, stretching the back of his neck
taught.
“8236,” Hunter says, apparently reading it from Jacob’s tattooed ID. “Dash
six,” he adds. “Sometimes I wonder why we let people get retested, as all the
late bloomers always seem so much more arrogant.” So Jacob and Nick both have
an extra six in their ID, making Jacob older than Blaine. He had been under the
impression it was rare to have people fail the test on their second attempt,
yet he now knows two people just from his ‘class’ that had. Blaine wonders if
it is just a coinsidence, but he has discovered countless of lies so far, so
this could have easily been another.
“You asked for my name, not the numbers I have been given,” Jacob says in
retaliation, with mock superiority. Blaine hears the sound of flesh hitting
flesh, and watches as Jacob brings his hand up to cover his quickly reddening
cheek.
Hunter doesn’t respond, which confuses Blaine the most. Instead he simply walks
back behind his desk, sitting down and picking up a radio device.
“Can I have Robert back to office please,” he says into the radio.
“Is it urgent I get there now?” He hears the reply after a moment, slightly
broken up with static. Blaine’s impression of Hunter was initially ‘don’t dare
say no’, however it appears the rule only applies to subs.
“It’s not essential you drop what you are doing, but as soon as you can
please.”
“Sure thing boss.” With that, Hunter drops the radio back onto his desk. Blaine
is surprised they communicate with such a simplistic device, especially
considering how much money is in the system. He then turns back to Blaine and
Jacob, almost as though he had forgotten they were still there.
“Well then 8263. Lets try again, from the beginning. You have heard Blaine’s
confession, I now want to hear yours. As a hint, it occurred at the same time.”
Hunter stays sat down, elbows on the table, hands clasped together pointing up,
and chin resting on said hands. His whole demure shouts relaxed and calm.
Blaine doesn’t know how this man is able to keep his external emotions so
passive, not when Blaine knows how scary he can become if he wants to.
“I’m not sure,” Jacob replies, losing some of his earlier confidence. Blaine
realises Jacob is just as disturbed as himself by Hunter’s attitude.
Hunter opens a draw in his desk, pulling out a small black box a similar size
to the radio, before walking over to stand behind Jacob.
“On your knees please boy.” The relaxed tone is what causes Jacob to obey,
worried over what this man is truly capable off. As soon as his knees hit the
floor – less than gracefully - Hunter presses the black box against Jacob’s
back with a click, directly over his almost healed brand. Jacob screams, far
too loud in the tiny room. It’s at that point Blaine realises he recognises the
black box, Hunter having used one on him before; a taser.
The scream cuts of suddenly, Hunter slapping Jacob’s cheek again – the other
one this time, giving him matching reddening marks – as he removes the taser.
Jacob collapses onto the floor, his muscles relaxing after the forced
contraption.
“Shall we try again? Here is another incentive for you to come up with an
answer I’m looking for. Whether you think you have done something wrong or not,
you will suffer punishment, but if you can’t give me an appropriate answer,
it’s only going to make it worse for you by ten fold.” Blaine sees the exact
moment Jacob gives in, his expression going from one of anger and annoyance to
one of resignation and surrender. It’s a drastic change and almost
instantaneous, Jacob having obviously been fighting himself internally for
longer than it appeared.
“I didn’t stop when I was told to by Blaine, even thought I knew I should. And
I knew by continuing it would cause him to disobey his own order, yet I
continued anyway. I apologise Master.” Blaine is in shock of Jacob’s
confession. He knew Jacob had ignored his plea to stop, but didn’t realise he
was aware of the consequence it would cause Blaine. He thought Jacob had just
gotten carried away with the moment, but instead Jacob was purposely being an
ass.
“Well,” Hunter starts, walking back to his desk. “That’s more of a confession
than I was expecting. And it brings new light to the situation.” Hunter sits in
his chair, resting his chin on his hands once again, almost as though
contemplating what to do with the two subs. At that moment Blaine hears a knock
on the door. Hunter calls the visitor in.
“Hey Hunt,” Rob greats. “What can I do for ya?”
“Can you take 8263 to the post. How ever many lashes it takes for him to pass
out, and then a few more on top of that for good measure.” Blaine may not
understand everything Hunter is instructing, but he assumes the post is the
same as Nick was taken to on the first day to be whipped. It appears Jacob is
going to receive a similar punishment. Blaine doesn’t want to consider what his
punishment may be if Jacob has something that serious, when it was Blaine who
disobeyed the direct order.
“Anything else?” Rob asks.
“No I think that will do. Leave him there over night but let him back in the
group come morning. I want to personally deal with 5226.” With that, Rob makes
his exit with Jacob, linking Jacob’s cuffs together in front of him as they
leave through the door. Blaine turns back to face Hunter once the door has
shut, hating being on his own in the room with the evil Master. Somehow it
feels much more intimate like this, just the two of them with the door closed –
despite being unlocked, Blaine knows he is unable to leave.
He takes a deep breath in anticipation of whatever it is Hunter has to say.
Surprisingly he doesn’t say anything, instead standing up – does he ever stay
in one place for any length of time? – and walking to the door.
“Follow me,” he commands. Blaine goes without question, following Hunter down
countless corridors to an unknown designation. Blaine wonders if he will ever
cover the layout of the entire building, other than just the rooms he is used
to. He doubts it; the place is large enough to take four times the amount of
people it actually has.
Eventually they arrive at their destination, only for Blaine to freeze in
shock.
***** Close Shave *****
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Blaine instantly recognises the room they arrive at; it’s bed in the centre,
the hooks and pulleys around the walls, the draws containing everything needed
to rape a victim. This is the first room in which he started understanding what
it meant to be a sub. The room Hunter stole his virginity in. Blaine drops to
his knees, hoping a similar thing isn’t about to happen again, but deep down
knowing he is powerless to stop it if that’s what Hunter wants.
“Please Master, please no,” he begs, needing to do something.
“Stay there,” Hunter requests, leaving the room. Blaine doesn’t know how much
time passes, his legs going numb, not having dared move a muscle. Eventually
Hunter reappears, and to Blaine’s relief, is still fully clothed. He is
carrying a bucket in one hand and a bag in the other, and without acknowledging
Blaine, he throws the bag on the edge of the bed and places the bucket down
with a heavy thump. Blaine notices a little bit of water splash over the edge
of the buckets rim, landing on the floor in a puddle.
“Come lay on your back,” Hunter orders. Blaine obeys instantly, fearing what’s
going to be done with the water. As soon as he is on his back, Hunter pulls out
a short leash, clipping one end to Blaine’s collar and the other to the eye
bolt in the centre of the bed, exactly how he was restrained last time he was
in this room. He expects Hunter to restrain his hands next, however he simply
goes to open the bag, leaving Blaine’s arms by his sides. Blaine watches
Hunter’s every move. He sees as Hunter pulls a can from out the bag, and
squirts a tiny amount of it’s contents onto his hand, rubbing it between two
fingers before carelessly wiping it off onto the bed sheet, for no apparent
reason. As soon as it is out of the can, Blaine recognises the blue, slightly
foaming liquid. His suspicions are confirmed when Hunter pulls out a disposable
razor from the bag; something of his is getting shaved.
Hunter lays the razor on his stomach, not pushing it to cut him, simply rested
on his stomach, before squirting a large amount of gel directly onto Blaine’s
crotch. He can’t help but flinch away, the gel being shockingly cold. When
Hunter starts rubbing the gel to cover all of his hair Blaine can’t help but
squirm. In a very short amount of time a man he doesn’t trust is going to be
putting a very sharp object to the most sensitive part of his anatomy.
“Oh stay still slut,” Hunter complains, accompanied by a harsh slap to Blaine’s
thigh. Blaine whimpers, but tries to relax his muscles into compliance. He
hears the sloshing of water before he notices that Hunters hand has gone,
rinsing it in the bucket. As much as Blaine is relieved the hand has gone, he
is more anxious of it’s return.
Hunter picks up the razor with his right hand and removes the safety cover with
his left, before cupping Blaine’s dick with said left hand. He pulls his hand
down, stretching the skin between his stomach and cock, before gently trailing
the razor downwards in small strokes, cutting the hair in it’s path. Once all
of the hair from the top is removed, Hunter rinsing the blade after every
couple of strokes, he pulls Blaine’s length to the side, out of the way for him
to cut the side hair.
Hunter makes his way all around Blaine’s cock and balls, before starting on his
length itself. He grabs it about half way down, then gently pulls the skin
flat, hopefully making it easier to safely shave. Blaine is surprised at how
gentle Hunter is being, especially since this is meant to be a punishment.
Wasn’t it? Blaine hopes this isn’t in preparation of something else. Hunter
seems to realise what Blaine is thinking, as he starts to address the unvoiced
questions.
“Make sure you stay still for this bit especially boy. I can’t really put you
in a cock cage if you have a huge cut, and I’m too tired to have to become more
creative. Plus, I’m sure you don’t want your dick sliced in half.” Blaine makes
a move to shake his head in agreement, but then remembers exactly what Hunter
just said, and instantly freezes in the motion. He really doesn’t want a sliced
dick. Hunter chuckles and pats Blaine’s leg, surprising Blaine with the more
soothing gesture. He finds himself smiling along with Hunter. Hunter picks up
the can again, squirting more of the liquid on Blaine, this time to his balls.
“Hold this out the way,” Hunter instructs, indicating his cock. Blaine reaches
his hand across his body, pulling it out the way for Hunter. As soon as he has
stopped moving, Hunter carefully adjusts his balls to allow the razor to glide
over a smooth surface. Just as Blaine starts thanking mother nature for getting
through this soft, he starts feeling a slowly filling swell in his hand. He
drops his head back with a grunt, his stupid cock never making anything easy
for him, even after the trouble it caused earlier. Thankfully his movement
doesn’t cause Hunter’s hand to jostle, and Hunter doesn’t seem to notice.
Hunter gets up and walks over to the edge of the room, dropping the razor in a
different bucket Blaine thinks might be a bin. When he returns he goes to the
bag, pulling out a small wash cloth. He dips it in the now dirty water,
squeezing it to stop it from dripping, before using it to wipe of the excess
foaming gel. Blaine is reluctant to move his hand, allowing Hunter to see his
reaction, but after a more insistent nudge he lets go. To Blaine’s surprise,
Hunter doesn’t comment on his hardened member, he simply continues cleaning of
the gel and then checking the area for any little nips or missed hair.
Apparently he doesn’t see anything concerning, chucking the cloth into the
bucket and the gel back into the bag, and leaving the room without comment.
Blaine knows he could reach up and unhook the leash, it only being a simple
snap clip like on a dog’s leash, however he doesn’t have the energy to. That’s
not completely true, he argues with himself, you don’t have the energy to
survive the punishment for it. He knows if Hunter wanted him to leave Blaine
would have been unclipped. He relaxes into the pillows, drifting into the best
sleep he has had in the last two weeks.
***** Invisible *****
Blaine is woken up by the slamming of the door. He jumps to full alertness,
quickly getting his bearings.
“Rise and shine sleepy head,” Hunter calls in a far too cheery voice. Blaine
assumes he must have slept through the whole night. He is shocked to find he
had been allowed on the bed all night; so far this punishment seeming more of a
reward. A month ago he would have considered the bed to be awfully
uncomfortable, however a week in a cell at the holding centre and a week in a
cage has really lowered the bar on what he considers comfortable. He grumbles
in response.
Hunter walks over to one of the cabinets in the room, opposite the door,
sorting through several draws in search of something. Blaine starts getting
incredibly nervous – there is only one thing this room is used for as far as
Blaine is aware - so he can have a good guess at the types of implements are in
the cupboards.
When Hunter turns round, Blaine is relieved to see him flourishing a cock cage.
He never thought the words relieved and cock cage would appear in the same
sentence, however it’s a much better option than the torture items he had
pictured in his mind.
The cage goes on surprisingly easily, being slightly larger than Blaine’s own
dick. Hunter soon has the pins in place and is locking it on. Blaine rolls and
rotates his hips slightly, adjusting to the feeling of it. He had never worn
one before, and turns out it isn’t as comfortable as he excepted. Which makes
sense because, hey, it’s a stiff metal cage encasing his sensitive area! He
drastically hopes nothing causes him to become aroused while wearing the cage,
the slight space in it would allow a painful half erection.
He makes a move to sit up, no sooner has he moved his head there is a tug on
his collar, pulling him back down. Blaine had forgotten he was tied to the bed
by the leash still. However Hunter had watched the movement and decides to
unhook the lead from the bed – leaving the other end still attached to his
collar – allowing Blaine to sit up but not letting him free. As soon as he is
upright, Blaine moves onto the floor by Hunter’s feet, still within the range
of the short leash.
“Good boy,” he praises. Blaine feels himself blushing, doing something
correctly and getting praise from his Master. “To explain what is going to
happen. You are going to have that on for the next three or so weeks,” he
indicates to the metal cage covering Blaine’s sensitive anatomy. “It comes off
on the same day the next batch of subs arrive. That is your punishment for
cumming; which is just the standard punishment throughout the year. However
because you came, not only did you disobey an order, it also resulted in you
not fulfilling your initial punishment which put you in that position in the
first place.
“Therefore you need a second part to your punishment. You are going to be with
me almost all hours around the clock for the next week. It will give you a
rough idea what it will be like once your training time is up, and it will help
you remember who you actually belong to; you are not to think for yourself or
about yourself, and the best way to understand is to put it into practice.
“You will be excused for occasional lessons, ones that I deem essential to your
training and which you will not pick up from your time with me. However as soon
as you are out of the class you are to return directly to my side. You will get
your meal when I say, you will use the toilet when I think you are desperate
enough, and you will come home with me in the evenings. Now I am putting a lot
of faith in you and myself with taking you out of the facility so early in your
training, but I feel it is an appropriate learning experience.”
Blaine tries to absorb all the information, but before he gets a chance to
start understanding what he is in for he is being yanked by the leash; Hunter
walking away from Blaine without a backwards glance. He jumps up and hastens to
catch up with Hunter, allowing some slack on the leash between his collar and
Hunter’s hand.
Blaine follows Hunter once again down unknown corridors – it seeming to become
a theme, not knowing where he is. They finally arrive at a door, and upon
entering Blaine recognises it as Hunter’s office. He is led to kneel in a tight
corner – sharing it with a radiator and a book shelf – and the other end of his
leash is looped round the pipe to the radiator and clipped back on itself,
effectively attaching him to it. Blaine knows he could easily undo it himself,
but thinks it might be all part of a larger test, so instead he stays kneeling
in the corner.
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Time passes and nothing happens. No one visits, Hunter doesn’t move from his
desk, and Blaine doesn’t dare move from his position. The only thing really
note worthy to Blaine was his steadily increasing need for the toilet. Also,
the carpet he loved earlier turns out to be incredibly abrasive on his knees.
Blaine is surprised at how boring his punishment is; he has already counted all
the tiles on the ceiling, all the stains on the tiles, and even worked out the
average number of stains per title. He is about to start counting the marks on
the walls when he hears a knock on the door. Finally, something is about to
happen.
Hunter doesn’t give any recognition he has heard the knock, and Blaine starts
wondering if he was going mad and imagined it. Before that thought can worm its
way too far into Blaine’s mind, Hunter calls to the person outside, allowing
them in.
“Hello Hunter,” greets the new arrival. Blaine relaxes at the sound of the
voice – not having realised he was tense to start with. Although he wasn’t keen
on Stretch, he certainly didn’t seem the worst of the bunch.
“Hey,” Hunter replies. “What can I do for you?”
“I’ve got the files you asked for.” Blaine watches him hand over a bunch of
about five brown paper folders, all ranging in thickness. “Also,” he continues,
“I would like to have a talk with you. Would you be ok me sitting now?”
“I don’t mind. Although you have to be warned there are other ears listening
in,” Hunter responds in his ever relaxed manner. Blaine hears a questioning
noise of a reply, before Stretch turns round and notices Blaine kneeling in the
corner, apparently for the first time. Blaine drops his gaze submissively,
despite already having his head down.
“Oh.” Stretch seems to be considering asking a follow up question, but decides
not to bother. It reminds Blaine of something Stretch had said before: I never
get told anything here anyway.He wonders if that is how the whole system works;
everyone does their job but doesn’t really understand what is happening
elsewhere. He realises he has missed part of the conversation and tries to
catch up. In his defence, it is the first slightly entertaining thing to happen
in the office.
“...So therefore I am handing in my one months notice.” Damn Blaine and his
brain’s drifting, he has missed the most interesting bit! He shifts slightly on
his knees, starting to become uncomfortably desperate for the toilet.
“...Anyway, congratulations! I think you will be more comfortable in that
position than here,” Hunter reasons. Blaine was too distracted on his needs
than what was being said, he missed the good bit again.
“I hope so too. And at the holding centres there will be much less time
guarding subs, so I can step back from it for a while.” Blaine thinks it sounds
like Stretch will be taking a similar role to the one Puck had. Surprisingly,
he could see him in that role. He just wishes he had been paying less attention
to his toilet need to have heard the whole discussion. Ironically, paying
attention to others is the objective of his punishment, even if not exactly for
the same reason. Stretch and Hunter say their good byes, Hunter confirming
Stretch’s leaving date as he walks out of the door. Blaine fidgets once more,
however this time his discomfort must appear on his face.
“What is it boy?” Hunter asks exasperatedly.
“I’m sorry Master, but I could do with using the facilities,” Blaine answers,
trying to be a sub-ish as he can.
“Hold on a sec,” he shouts to the retreating guard. “Can you take this slut to
have a piss please? The boy’s cell might be the easiest place to take him.”
“Which one is that?” Stretch asks. “And do you want him brought back here
after?”
“He’s from the July intake. And yes please. Although actually,” he says,
looking at his watch, “Can you get him to shower as well please? I’m going to
be heading home soon and I don’t want him using my bathroom untrained. But yes,
still bring him back here after, I will wait for you.”
“Of course I can,” Stretch replies with a smile. He walks over to Blaine,
wordlessly unclipping his leash from the pipe and leading him through the
corridors before finally arriving back at his old cell.
When they get there Blaine is relieved to see no one else had yet arrived. He
knows other subs are going to see him eventually, but he would appreciate a
little bit of time to prepare for the encounter. Stretch unclips the leash from
his collar, and Blaine walks straight into the washroom area, knowing that’s
where he should be, but quickly discovers an issue. With the cock cage on,
there is no way he can pee standing up! It isn’t possible to get the correct
angle. He turns to send a questioning glance to Stretch, but it appears he is
more interested in his phone. Blaine sighs, wishing he still had a phone, even
if he just used it to say goodbye to all his friends. He wonders what might
have happened to his old phone, left at his parents house. However he turns his
attention back to the task at hand, a problem he has the ability to solve.
After a moments careful consideration, Blaine moves to squat over the toilet,
knees facing the wall. He quickly discovers how stupid he looks in the
position, a chuckle from Stretch being directed at him. He steps back and
considers it again. Maybe if he just sat on it normally?
Turns out, sitting was the solution. Blaine feels capital S silly for not
realising that straight away. Once finished, he looks to Stretch for direction.
He knew Hunter wanted him to shower, but wasn’t sure if he was meant to pretend
he hadn’t heard, like he thinks is the case with Stretch’s resignation.
“Shower,” he orders in a no nonsense tone, still not looking up from his phone.
Blaine makes his way to the other side of the room and turns on the shower, all
the time not looking away from Stretch. He picks up the shampoo/body wash and
quickly cleans himself down, not in a rush to get back to Hunter, but desperate
to exit the cold spray.
Blaine shut of the water, and stands looking a little lost. Should he wait?
Should he go over to Stretch? Should he be doing something else completely? He
watches Stretch, still on his phone, in the hope of receiving some kind of
signal.
Eventually, after an awkward thirty seconds or so, Stretch shuts of his phone
and drops it into his trouser pocket.
“Finished?” He asks. Blaine nods in reply. With a heavy puff of air, as though
Stretch is collecting himself, he stands up straight and walks towards Blaine,
reattaching the leash and leading him out. As they exit the cell, Blaine
collides with another body, having been looking down as he walking.
He looks up in curiosity, and is met by the sight of Jacob. Blaine takes in his
appearance, trying to work out what exactly happened to him, but aside from
looking solemn, he appears fine.
“Come on.” He feels a sharp tug on his neck from the leash being pulled,
Stretch trying to drag him along. Blaine goes without comment. However as soon
as he has caught up to Stretch’s side he looks back round at Jacob, and he
misses a step. Jacob’s back is littered in marks, clearly from a whip. Most of
them had also broken the skin, the whole of Jacob’s back being covering in
crusty dried blood. Blaine feels guilty; it was his disobedience that put those
marks there, no matter what others say. If he had done what he was told, his
(cute) friend wouldn’t have been hurt. He corrects his footing before Stretch
notices, and continues following behind.
***** Sophia *****
Chapter Notes
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Blaine and Hunter leave the building out through a back door, most likely a
staff entrance. Although Blaine hasn’t seen the front of the building, he
expects it to be some grand foyer that would impress even the wealthiest of
clients, far from the litter filled car park he is greeted by.
Blaine is surprised to find it isn’t dark outside, like he had expected, but in
fact the sun is at it’s highest point in the sky, approximately noon. After
mostly being exposed to the harsh artificial lights within the compound, he
finds the natural sunlight almost painful. He squints, trusting Hunter to guide
him in the right direction.
Hunter comes to an abrupt halt, fishing his keys from his jeans pocket and
unlocking the car they are standing behind. Blaine is surprised to realize
Hunter owns a battered old Peugeot, having been expecting something of much
higher class. He opens the trunk of the car, stacking various odds and ends on
the left hand side of the area. Hunter unclips Blaine’s leash, the item joining
the stack of stuff in the trunk. He turns back to face Blaine.
Blaine stays looking back at Hunter – eyes slightly adverted of course – unsure
of what Hunter is wanting from him, for an awkward amount of time.
“In,” he orders, finally realizing Blaine genuinely doesn’t understand.
“What? In there? I can’t fit in th-“ he is cut off by a slap across his cheek.
“You will be getting in there, and you will learn some respect, whore,” he
responds aggressively, scaring Blaine. “Now get in the fucking trunk!” Blaine
has never moved as fast in his life. “You will be staying in there the rest of
the day for your indolence. The quicker you do something, the less consequences
you suffer.” Without further comment, the trunk lid is brought down and slammed
shut, the parcel shelf being brought down with it.
Although Blaine does manage to fit, his ass forced into the back corner with
his knees upwards and his head between them, it is the most uncomfortable
position he has had the fortune to be in; yet. A little bit of shifting around
enables him to be slightly more comfortable, moving some sort of blanket to
allow his legs a little more room.
He doesn’t understand why he is in the trunk. Fair enough not letting him ride
shot gun, but to be shoved in the trunk like some kind of animal is
humiliating. Although, he is sure an animal would be allowed more space, not
being cramped between the parcel shelf and a stack of various clutter. Blaine
feels as though he is undergoing the same treatment as the clutter, a random
object to be used and disposed of as the owner sees suitable. As the engine
starts up, and the vehicle starts moving, all thoughts vanish in favor of
trying to stay upright. He had never really considered how rough a journey
could be without being able to predict the direction of motion or sitting in
the comfort of a seat. 
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Blaine’s right leg has completely gone numb, his backside not far from
suffering the same fate. The engine of the car had stopped several hours ago.
He heard Hunter exit the vehicle, but soon realized he was not going to get the
same privilege. Initially he tried to find some sort of latch that would let
himself out, but after the movement painfully trapped a nerve in his leg he
abandoned the task.
He hears movement on the gravel outside the car, before the trunk is finally
opened. The sight that greats him is unexpected.
First, the sun has made it’s way down from it’s highest point in the sky and is
now slowly disappearing behind the horizon. Second, it was not Hunter who
opened the door, instead a fair haired girl stands before him, her collar and
wrist cuffs standing out on her naked body.
“Hi,” Blaine greets, putting his hand out in the hope the fellow sub will help
him out of the tight space. Instead she ignores it, glaring daggers at Blaine.
He starts trying to scramble out of the car, albeit somewhat clumsily.
“What the fuck are you here for?” She asks accusingly. Blaine freezes in his
motion, shocked by the girls words, contradicting her innocent looks. He did
not expect the small framed girl to swear.
“I... I...” he stutters, all his known vocabulary temporarily forgotten. “It’s
a punishment from Hunter.”
“He is Sir to you.”
“He told us all he is Master?” He responds, finally freeing himself from the
tangle of blankets wrapped around his legs, exiting the trunk. The girl seems
to consider him for a moment, head cocked to the side.
“Are you still in training?”
“The sub house?” Blaine asks in clarification. “Yes. I’ve only been there for
less than a month.” This seems to satisfy the girl, who spins on her heals and
heads towards a door around the back of the house. Blaine follows.
They arrive in what appears to be a laundry room, one wall covered in coats and
the other with a washing machine and various cupboards. Blaine trips over a
pair of shoes discarded on the floor, tumbling into Sophia. Lucky she stops
Blaine from falling, but the glare he receives makes him wish he had hit the
floor. He adverts his gaze to the floor, carefully watching for more trip
hazards. They walk through a restaurant sized kitchen before entering the
foyer, looking like how he had imaging the sub house entrance.
They come to a stop in front of Hunter, him apparently having been waiting for
the two to appear. “Sophia, show this slut around,” Hunter instructs the girl.
“He will be your responsibility, he is to learn from you. Although I always
expect it, best behavior this week.” Without a dismissal, Hunter strides out
through a door opposite the one the pair arrived through.
Blaine looks at the girl, who moves her head to indicate the direction they are
to go, and follows behind in silence.
“So,” she starts accusingly, making Blaine jump as they reach the second set of
stairs. "What is this punishment for? I haven’t seen Master bring someone home
before,” her eyes narrowing
“I... I don’t really know...” Blaine does know, he is just incredibly
embarrassed by it all. “I didn’t do as I was told?”
“A mistake everyone makes before they learn to listen to their Master. You are
lying. I think you are here so you can start learning how Master likes
everything done, ready to replace me.” Blaine can almost feel physical hatred
from her words. “I will not have you showing me up. I am notbeing returned to
the sub house.”
“Why? Is Hunter nice to you?” Blaine honestly doesn’t understand why anyone
would want to stay with the man, who never seems to take a break from being
evil.
“No. But at least I know where I stand with him, and what he wants. It’s better
than the unknown.” Blaine doesn’t respond, considering her words. He doesn’t
like it at the sub house, but expects being owned would be worse. If he could
choose between staying and risking the unknown, he would choose to stay there.
And, although Blaine wont admit it to Sophia, she raises a good point on why he
is really there. Of course, Hunter had explained why, but there could easily be
an ulterior motive. He hasn’t pretended he isn’t interested in having Blaine.
“This is guest room one,” Sophia announces opening the door, bringing Blaine
back to the present. “It doesn’t need dealing with often as I always keep it
stocked and clean. But when Master has visitors I always make sure I give it a
quick once over so it is in top condition. Dust settles quickly. Each guest
room has it’s own en-suit.”
They make their way back down the corridor, Sophia explaining in turn how the
top floor has two large guest bedrooms, a small meeting room, and Hunter’s
office.
“You do not go in Master’s office. No matter the circumstances.” Blaine nods in
understanding.
Making their way back down, the next floor has another guest room, this one
slightly smaller, a meeting room, and Hunters room.
“Master often has guests from the OSO. His house almost acts like HQ
sometimes.” Sophia opens the door to Hunter’s room, and Blaine follows Sophia
through the large room to a second door. “This is my room.” She opens the door
to what Blaine thinks may have once been a walk in closet. It now only contains
a rotten mattress on the floor. There is also a second door which Sophia
explains leads to a small washroom, not shared with Hunter.
“I have the bed. I will let you sleep on the floor.” She leaves no room for
argument, leaving before Blaine could comment. He chases after Sophia, catching
up with her on the landing.
“The storage room is next to Hunter’s,” she points to another door, this one
looking less grand than the others, he has seen so far.
Making their way back to the ground floor, Blaine can’t help but worry about
getting disorientated. Sure, everything is in nice straight lines, but that in
itself almost makes it harder since everywhere looks almost the same.
“Downstairs is the kitchen, as well as a dinning room, the living room, and a
small toilet. As well as the foyer and laundry room.” She points through the
door Hunter disappeared through. It isn’t quite as large and impressive as
Blaine had come to expect of Hunter, but the place still screams money. Blaine
follows behind Sophia like a lost lamb, arriving at the kitchen.
She pulls a dish out from the oven, which had been prepared prior to her
fetching him, and starts placing it up on a single plate. Blaine stands
awkwardly, wanting to help but not knowing how. Before Blaine can figure out
his role, Sophia has finished her preparation and is taking the dish, along
with a miniature loaf of bread and a tall drinks glass, all upon a tray, out
the room and assumingly towards Hunter.
They walk through the foyer, arriving at the adjacent living room, where Hunter
is reclined on a large red couch, facing the currently switched off TV. Sophia
sets the tray down on the coffee table before falling to her knees on top of a
small cushion next to Hunter’s feet. Blaine is about to copy her, unsure
exactly how he should be acting, when Hunter looks directly at him. He freezes,
not really knowing how to behave.
“Eyes down,” he commands. Blaine, not having realized he was breaking one of
the first rules he was told, drops his head quickly. He hears Hunter chuckle at
his action, and relief floods him; he isn’t in serious trouble. Although that
in itself is concerning – Hunter hasn’t let his off with anything up until now.
Within a few seconds a second pillow, identical to Sophia’s, appears at the
edge of his vision. Taking the initiative, he plops down onto it, no where near
as gracefully as Sophia.
“Good boy,” Hunter praises. Blaine lets out a gentle sigh at the praise. Hunter
continues eating in silence, occasionally offering Sophia a bite of food from
his finger tips, which she gently suckles off before Hunter returns once again
to his plate. Of course, Blaine doesn’t get given anything, but doesn’t dare
complain. As if on cue, Blaine’s stomach rumbles loud enough for Hunter to
hear. Thankfully the man pays him no notice, continuing to scroll through his
phone; a page which Blaine recognizes as Facebook. He thinks back to when he
last ate, and realizes it must have only been mid afternoon yesterday, a mere
twenty-four hours ago. He is starting to really notice the lack of substance,
his stomach being a lot less pudgy than it used to be; not that it particularly
was before. Once his stomach starts becoming impossible to ignore, making its
opinion on the food known, Hunter speaks up.
“You are not getting anything slut. You haven’t earned the privilege yet.”
Blaine drops his head further than he thought possible, his shoulders almost
following his head down. Withholding food really isn’t fair. It’s a basic human
right! “Too bad you are not a human then, whore!” Blaine looks up at Hunter in
shock. He didn’t realize he had said that out loud! Hunter grabs Blaine hooking
his finger through one of the D-rings of the sub’s collar, dragging Blaine
roughly up the first flight of stairs and in the direction of Hunter’s room.
Hunter tugs Blaine forwards as they arrive at the edge of Hunter’s bed, causing
Blaine to lose his balance and fall hard to his knees. Hunter grabs both his
wrists, pulling them behind his back and causing Blaine to lose balance,
falling flat on his face. His cuffs are hooked together behind his back,
immobilizing him. A chain appears from somewhere, one end disappearing behind
the headboard of the bed, the other being attached to his collar, before Hunter
pulls a ball gag from the bed side table, forcing it into Blaine’s mouth and
giving him no option but to surrender to the item.
“Sluts who can’t keep their mouths shut don’t deserve the option,” Hunter
almost shouts, kicking Blaine in the side before leaving the room, slamming the
door for good measure.
***** Hunter's *****
Later that night Hunter returns, Sophia trailing behind. Neither of them pay
Blaine any attention, Sophia heading directly to the large king size bed and
Hunter to where Blaine assumes is a bathroom. Without being instructed, Sophia
lays on her back in the center of the bed, her arms stretching above her head
while linking her cuffs together in one motion before finally gripping the top
of the wooden headboard.
Upon exciting the bathroom, Hunter strides directly towards the bed, stripping
himself of his shirt as he goes – once he comes to a halt next to the bed, the
pants and underwear follow. He straddles Sophia’s chest, leaning forwards to
reach and pull a small chain out from behind the headboard, clipping it to
Sophia’s cuffs. She makes an experimental tug, the chain rattling but holding
strong. Blaine watches Hunter smile in satisfaction.
The smile seems to be an unsaid order, as Sophia lifts her head and takes
Hunter’s semi-erect cock between her lips until it reaches the back of her
mouth. Blaine can see her lips suckling on Hunter’s manhood, her tongue dancing
around from side to side. Blaine also notices Hunter straining to stay still,
his muscles locked to stop him from thrusting. Shortly after Hunter removes
himself and shuffles down Sophia’s frame. The mundane job having been finished,
Sophia turns her head to the side in the direction of Blaine although doesn’t
acknowledge him. She looks disgusted but resigned to her fate.
Blaine feels like a fly on the wall, going unnoticed as Hunter starts to
roughly fuck the small girl. She continues to look blankly in Blaine’s
direction as Hunter harshly focuses solely on his own pleasure. Occasionally,
Blaine can see a jolt of pleasure passing through her, but only because he is
closely watching Sophia’s expressions. Other than that small glimpse of
expression, Sophia lays there completely motionless, as though she is made of
stone.
“That’s it bitch,” Hunter grunts. “Such a good slut. You were made to take my
cock. Born for this role.” Sophia appears to have oblivious to his words, not
even a flinch portraying any emotion.
Blaine really wants to take his eyes away, pretending the event isn’t happening
right next to him, but like a bad accident he can’t seem to. Hunter is paying
little attention to the girl, simply using her to get himself off. His thrust
sped up, his grunts getting louder as he starts to reach his climax. Blaine
wouldn’t be surprised if Sophia was not the least bit turned on by the dull
experience. Looking closely, Blaine thinks she simply wants it over as fast as
possible, so she can go to bed, start her evening choirs, or whatever it is
Hunter makes the girl do after. Blaine can see the cuff’s chain pulling taught
at it’s limit, and wonders what would happen if it did snap.
“Please Master, please,” Sophia begs, her expression contradicting her pleading
tone.
“Not yet slut. I’m not sure you deserve it.”
“I’ve been a very good girl. And your cock is just so big,” she responds,
mechanical in a way Blaine recons is a well rehearsed speech. “You are so
strong, so good to me. Your huge cock inside me fills me to bursting. Please
Master, please can I cum?”
The words are what seems to do it, “Oh god!” Hunter moans. “Take it bitch, take
it. That’s it.” Hunter goes silent as he spills his release inside the girl.
“Please, Master.” Sophia moans while Blaine watches as Hunter nods. Although
the girl was not looking at him, see must know of his answer as she instantly
lets go, small gasps escaping through her lips.
Blaine studies the girl closely as she ‘orgasms’. He may not be an expert on
girls, but is fairly confident, concluding she is faking it. He thinks this
must purely be something she does to please Hunter – and because he makes her –
taking no joy out of it from herself.
After a few minutes of silence, Hunter reaches up and unclasps Sophia’s cuffs.
Rolling over, he allows her to remove herself from the bed. Blaine watches as
Sophia heads into her little cupboard-room, before remerging with a wet cloth.
She wipes Hunter down, starting with the small beads of sweat on his forehead
and finishing at his dick, cleaning it of cum. Once finished with Hunter,
Sophia checks the sheets for any messes, patting up the small amount she finds.
Satisfied she has cleaned up as much as possible, she slinks back off to her
room. Shortly after Blaine hears the gentle pat of running water as Sophia
washes herself in her shower.
Looking back up to Hunter, Blaine notices the man is snoring softly, already in
a deep sleep. He must have started drifting off as soon as he had finished.
Deciding this means Blaine is going to be left chained and gagged all night, he
succumbs to his fate, trying to find a comfortable position on the floor to
settle down for a long night.
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Having found no comfort in the night, Blaine wakes up earlier than he ever has
before, the light outside barely bright enough to squeeze through the gaps in
the curtains. Blaine sits up, incredibly sore. Looking down he notices a large
imprint from the chain on his arm, having been awkwardly laying on it the
entire time. He tries to shift to a more comfortable position, but is unable to
thanks to his cuffed arms. He resigns to leaning against the wall, squeezing
between the bed and a nightstand. He strangely feels safer in the tight space,
more protected and hidden than he was before.
Eventually, after an undeterminable amount of time, an alarm sounds. Blaine
watches Hunter as he groans in response, rolling away from Blaine before
turning the alarm off. Within a few moments Blaine can tell Hunter has fallen
back to sleep, the steady deep breathing of his Master returning. Blaine
wonders if he should wake Hunter back up, but eventually determines that even
if he was to try, his gagged mouth and bound hands wouldn’t allow him to do
much good.
Ten minutes later the alarm sounds again. Once again Hunter groans, rolling
over to stop the blaring siren sound. This time he doesn’t go back to sleep,
instead sits up and stretches with a yawn. He must notice Blaine in his
peripheral vision as he freezes before spinning to face him, looking as though
he had forgotten about the poor sub.
“Fuck,” he comments. Blaine continues watching the man, trying to interpret
what he wants. “Fuckety Fuck.” Blaine tries to hide a chuckle while listening
to the normally well put together man’s words. Thankfully the gag helps him
succeed, possibly helped by the fact Hunter is not yet fully awake.
Hunter throws his legs over the side of the bed, making Blaine flinch in
surprise, cowering further into his tight space. This seems to please Hunter, a
small smile making itself known. Hunter leans towards him, invading his
personal space, before reaching round to the back of Blaine’s head and untying
the gag. It is released gentler than he was expecting, but is grateful for the
fact, as his jaw has become incredibly stiff from being forced open for so
long. The gag isn’t meant to be used for large periods of time, and a whole
night certainly fits into that category.
“Sophia!” Hunter booms, loud enough to be heard throughout the house. He
settles back on his bed, sitting up against the head board. Blaine hears a
commotion downstairs before light footsteps make their way up the staircase at
an incredible speed.
Blaine watches as the bedroom door opens, the small girl hastily shutting it
behind her before eventually coming to a rest kneeling between Hunter’s
outstretched legs.
“Sorry Master, I did not hear your alarm over the kitchen noises,” she
apologizes sincerely.
“Not my fucking fault now is it! Now start your fucking job.” She leans
forwards, taking his entire length in one swallow. Blaine watches as Hunter
looks to the clock once more. He sighs. “No fucking time to discipline you
before I have to go. For fucks sake.” Hunter laces his fingers through Sophia’s
hair, roughly taking hold. She completely submits, letting Hunter set the pace
and fuck her mouth. Embarrassingly quickly, he cums, hips stuttering through
his release.
“Clean up,” he orders, roughly pushing her off so he can get up. Upon landing
in Hunter’s line of sight he seems to suddenly remember Blaine is there, and
pauses to consider him, his head cocked to one side almost comically. Having
reached a decision, he walks towards Blaine and unhooks the chain from his
collar, before grabbing hold of an arm and pulling him up. Blaine is then spun
around, and his wrists are also unhooked. “Get washed quickly, then come find
me.” Hunter commands before going off to get showered and dressed himself. 
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Once Blaine is washed, having used the store branded products in Sophia’s
washroom, he hesitantly walks down the stairs in search of Hunter. He soon
spots Hunter sitting at the kitchen table, nursing a steaming mug. Unsure
exactly what he should do, he tries to think back to his lessons at the sub
house, and imagines what one of the guards would instruct.
Deciding on the best course of action, he gently pads into the room, trying to
be as quiet and inconspicuous as possible. As he nears Hunter, he knells so he
is not directly next to the man, invading his space, but not so far away so’s
that he can’t tend to Hunter if the need arises.
Hunter doesn’t give any acknowledgement that he is even aware Blaine has joined
him in the room, one hand continuously scrolling through his phone, the other
idly fiddling with a half empty coffee mug. Blaine can smell the freshly brewed
drink, and in that moment he would do almost anything for a medium drip. Coffee
would certainly make his days a lot more bearable. He wonders if any future
Masters of his would allow him that luxury. Or what he would have to do to earn
it as a reward.
Finally, Hunter sets down his empty mug. He looks at Blaine for the first time,
who is sat in an attempt of the perfect sub position.
“You need to work on that,” he informs. Blaine almost looks up in question, but
remembers last minute not to – his Master is currently evaluating his posture,
he shouldn’t move until he is allowed. “Good boy,” he praises. Blaine can’t
help but let a small smile out, happy over having pleased Hunter despite of his
earlier temper fit with Sophia. “I am just going to grab a tag for you and then
we can leave.” A tag? Blaine wonders what on earth that means. A tag like they
give to convicts to monitor their movement? He hasn’t needed one yet, why would
he now?
Hunter returns with a key ring swinging from his little finger. As Hunter
approaches, Blaine notices the key ring is in fact a small rectangle piece of
metal, engraved with the words: Hunter Clarington’s. Oh, that kind of tag. As
Hunter threads it onto the small D-ring at the front of his collar, Blaine
can’t help but wonder why he is being labelled as Hunter’s when he is still
technically owned by the sub house. As Hunter backs away, Blaine hears a faint
jingle, and quickly discovers the source. Hunter has still left his sub house
tag on, meaning he has both hanging off his collar.
“Wear that with pride,” he instructs, before disappearing to finish getting
ready himself. Once out of sight, Blaine lifts his hand to feel the tags. He
can’t work out whether it is a good thing to have Hunter’s name on him or not.
***** Hand fed *****
After another trip in the car’s trunk, Blaine arrives at the sub house. This
time he gets a better look at his surroundings, and realizes he is in fact at
the staff entrance, like he predicted yesterday.
Blaine trails behind Hunter as he follows him through the door and down a
couple of corridors. Blaine is grateful Hunter has forgone the leash this time,
feeling less like an animal when he doesn’t have to wear it. When they arrive
at Hunter’s office, Blaine is directed to the corner he was tied to the last
time, the large radiator seeming to mock him from the tight corner. He goes
there without complaint however, sitting cross legged. He isn’t as squashed as
the last time, sitting slightly forwards of the corner thanks to not having the
restriction of a leash.
“That’s not how you sit is it?” Hunter questions accusingly. Blaine shifts to
his knees, sitting back onto his heels. Blaine sees Hunter nodding at him from
the corner of his vision, before firing up the desktop computer.
Blaine hears it slowly come to life, a waking up sound tinkling. He fidgets
slightly, preparing for several hours as still as a statue.
And several hours do pass. Occasionally Hunter will leave the room for short
stints of time, before arriving back at his desk and continuing doing whatever
it is he is doing, but still Blaine is left ignored in the corner. Every time
Hunter does leave, he takes the opportunity to stand up and wiggle around a
little, before quickly sitting back down to avoid being caught. However it is
not enough, his legs eventually going past the point of pain and becoming numb
to the sensation. Blaine is concerned about it, worrying it may cause permanent
damage to his legs, however Hunter doesn’t seem bothered by it and he is not
yet desperate enough to ask.
Hunter looks at his watch before clearing his throat, gaining Blaine’s
attention. Blaine lifts his head, eyes still lowered, acknowledging he heard
the command.
“Head to the kitchen and fetch me my lunch.” Blaine starts to rise. “And pick
up something for yourself while you are there as well.” Blaine swiftly leaves
with a small nod of understanding.
However, as soon as he leaves the room, he starts to panic. He doesn’t know
where he is in relation to the cafeteria, and isn’t brave enough to turn back
and ask. But he also isn’t sure if there are places he isn’t allowed within the
institute, and doesn’t want to get caught unknowingly out of bounds.
He walks cautiously, not really having a choice in the matter. He hoped he
would start to recognize where he was, but all the corridors look almost
identical to one another. Sure, they are different lengths and have different
doors coming off of them all, but they are all the small pale bluish-grey with
no decorations to identify them by.
Going round the next corner, he does finally gather his bearings and works out
where he is, although it’s not where he wants to be. The corridor is filled
with rooms to each side with the cells where they are all kept overnight.
Usually, he always arrives at this corridor from the other end, coming to his
group’s cell first. He decides, although knowing he is tight for time and
probably going to get in trouble if he is found, to walk slowly down the length
of the corridor while peeking into each cell out of curiosity.
The first few he reaches are more like a bedroom than he could have expected.
Each room has an ordinary door and is filled with two beds on opposing walls,
and a bedside table next to each, a door splitting them – which he assumes
leads to a washroom like in his. He counts six of these rooms, three on each
side of the aisle. The next room he comes to is a group room, much larger than
the twin rooms he has just walked past, however the room is still outfitted
with beds.
As he continues on, the rooms get worse. The beds start getting smaller and
dirtier, then becoming simple mattresses on the floor. Three rooms like this
are then followed by three rooms with larger mattresses but half as many. Next
are two rooms with only blankets littering the floor. Finally, he reaches the
last two rooms, both on the same side of the corridor, identical to each other
– the cages he is currently in.
Well, he reasons, at least the accommodation will get better. He assumes as
their stay at the sub house continues, they move down the corridor to
increasingly better rooms.
Happy he now knows where he is, he quickly hurries to the cafeteria to make up
for lost time.
When he arrives, Blaine is glad to see there is no one else around other than
those in the kitchen. He makes his way over to the small cut-out in the wall
between the two rooms, where there is normally trays of food waiting for the
subs to arrive. Instead, this time he is greeted by a guard.
“You shouldn’t be here,” the guard states.
“Hunt- Master sent me.” Ignoring his slight slipup, the guard looks to Blaine’s
collar. He reaches out and grabs both tags hanging loosely, reading them before
removing his hand with a surrendering grunt.
“What did he send you for?” Blaine doesn’t really understand what it is he saw
that supports his claim, but isn’t going to be the one to raise that question.
“Umm,” Blaine hesitates, the gaze of the guard intimidating him. “His lunch,
and something for me too, Sir?” The guard simply nods in response, turning
around and making his way through the kitchen.
Blaine wonders what he should be doing, he feels odd just standing there and
watching the guard follow out his request. He looks down, picking his nails in
wait.
The guard doesn’t take very long, placing a tray on the counter in front of
Blaine. He looks at it, and sees a steaming plate of some fancy dish he
couldn’t name, covered under a clear insulating dome. Next to it is a much
smaller dish – well, same sized plate but much less food – of some kind of
lumpy soup like concoction. There is no guessing as to which one is his and
which one is Hunter’s.
“Thank you, Sir.” But before Blaine can lift the tray, the guard calls out.
“Let me grab you the drinks before you go,” the guard informs, Blaine feeling
stupid for not realizing there was more to come.
The man returns with a travel mug with steam escaping through the lid, and a
bottle of water. Again, no points for guessing who’s is who’s. With the now
complete tray, Blaine carefully makes his way back out from the canteen. He
considers which way to go for a moment before deciding to go back through the
cells. He is sure there must be a quicker route, but reasons that at least he
knows some of the way, and can make fairly good guesses of the rest, rather
than setting out on a completely unknown course.
As he heads out from the cafeteria however, he almost walks into Jacob. They
both stop abruptly.
“Blaine!” Jacob explains, looking him up and down. Upon sight of the cock cage
he cringes slightly, but seeming Blaine is relatively unharmed he beams. “I was
so worried about you babe, everyone was!” Jacob steps in to hug Blaine, but he
‘accidently’ moves the tray, blocking Jacob from being able to. He doesn’t want
to be seen like this, being Hunter’s personal slave. “Oops, sorry,” Jacob
apologizes, thinking it was his fault. “What has he made you do? I hope you’re
alright! When do you come back to us? I’m meant to be heading to get my back
checked, but I have time to talk,” Jacob asks, throwing loads of questions at
Blaine.
“I’ve gotta go,” he responds instead, manoeuvring the tray around Jacob’s body
and continuing out the canteen. He doesn’t want to talk to Jacob; he doesn’t
want to be seen by anyone during his punishment. It’s bad enough he earned a
punishment without having everyone see exactly what it is. At least once the
week with Hunter is over, and the humiliating cage removed, things can go back
to normal. Well... normal for a sub at least.
He hurries his way back past the cells, then goes a little slower the rest of
the way, not truly knowing where he should be going. He has been gone from
Hunter for longer than he thinks he should have, and wants to get back as quick
as he can. He probably could have got away with looking at the cells on the
way, but having to stop for Jacob may have pushed it.
Finally he reaches the door to Hunter’s office, managing to find his way back
without getting lost once. He stands outside, debating whether he is expected
to knock or not. Deciding it is probably safer to knock and not need to than
walk in and having meant to knock, he adjusts the position of the tray so he
can balance it on his left arm, and knocks with his right.
“Come in,” he hears the call shortly after. He opens the door gently, shutting
it behind him before approaching Hunter.
“You didn’t have to knock pet!” He chortles. “While you are mine, unless told
otherwise, you can assume you are allowed near me as long as you stay quiet.
Come kneel next to me.”
“Sorry Master,” he apologizes, though not completely sure what for. He goes to
kneel next to Hunter, who takes the tray off him before he starts to lower
himself.
“Good boy,” he praises, running his fingers between Blaine’s curls. “I am very
surprised you were back so fast! Answer me honestly,” he grips Blaine’s hair in
warning, “Did you know the way or did you just guess?”
“A bit of both Master? I didn’t think you would want me to disturb you and ask,
but once I got going I managed to work out were to go.” Hunter hums in
acknowledgement, thinking. He doesn’t comment, Blaine left wondering if it’s
what he should have done, but assumes if it was drastically wrong he would have
been told.
“Eat up,” Hunter orders as he hands Blaine his plate. Blaine looks at the dish,
wondering how on earth he is expected to eat the liquid covered lumps without
making a mess in Hunter’s office. If he was in the cafeteria with the others,
he simply would have picked it up with his fingers, licking them clean once
finished, but he somehow thinks Hunter would expect something more graceful and
less messy. What, he doesn’t know.
“What’s wrong slut?” Hunter sighs, slightly aggravated. Blaine debates not
answering, not thinking Hunter would want to hear his concerns, but he can’t
ignore a direct question.
“I don’t want to make a mess, but I don’t know how to eat this without.”
“Pass it here,” he commands, Blaine reluctantly doing so. He hopes it doesn’t
mean he has lost his lunch. However, Hunter rummages in his top desk draw,
pulling out a fork. Blaine partly wonders why Hunter would casually have
cutlery in his draw, but is more interested in being able to eat without using
his fingers for the first time in ages.
But Blaine has no such luck. Instead, Hunter stabs one of the lumps in the
dish, and holds the fork out for Blaine to eat off of. Abandoning any pride he
has remaining, Blaine reaches up with his mouth and tentatively takes the bite.
Leaning back into his heals, he watches Hunter’s hand as he returns the fork to
the plate, depositing it gently leaning against the side before picking up his
own fork and starting on his meal.
After several mouthfuls of his own meal, Hunter once again picks up Blaine’s
fork, stabbing another of the chicken tasting lumps and passing it down to
Blaine. Less nervously this time, Blaine takes the mouthful of the fork,
sitting back down to chew it. Again, Hunter goes back to his own meal before
feeding Blaine a little of his.
With this system, Hunter finishes eating when Blaine is approximately half way
through his. Hunter puts the tray on the floor, out of the way, but leaves
Blaine’s at the edge of his desk.
Periodically, Hunter pauses in his work to give Blaine a bite. Blaine wishes he
had just used his fingers in the first place; a little bit of mess would have
been preferable to eating literally out of Hunter’s hands.
As Blaine takes his last mouthful of food, there is a knock at the door. Hunter
places both dishes on the tray, removing the two drinks, and passes it to
Blaine.
“Go return this,” he orders Blaine, before turning to address the person behind
the door. “Come in.”
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Blaine makes it to the kitchen and back with no trouble, no other subs about.
He wonders what the time is, confused as to why the cafeteria was empty upon
both visits. Reasoning Hunter would eat his lunch mid-day, Blaine wonders if
they purposely don’t feed them at the time they expect, further disorientating
them from ‘ordinary’ life.
When he reaches Hunter’s office, he pauses for a moment. He thinks it is likely
the guard who knocked is still in there, but Hunter did say he didn’t need to
knock. He decides to go with what his gut is telling him, and opens the door.
He was correct in assuming the guard would still be there, but apart from a
quick glance from Hunter neither acknowledge his presence. Quietly, he shuts
the door and scurries into the corner he is starting to consider his. He
studies the female guard, one he has not seen before. Her pink dyed hair is
beyond it’s prime, long black roots showing, and several tattoos littering
almost all of her visible skin, minus her face.
He listens in to the conversation, trying to pick up what they are talking
about. He soon realizes the guard is asking for ‘special privileges’ regarding
a sub. He doesn’t understand what that means, but since it may be about someone
he knows, he resolves to try and infer what it is.
“I am not going to grant you that,” Hunter responds, as relaxed as ever.
“Why not?” The guard argues.
“Why should you get priority over her? Even I can’t swing getting that for
myself with him.” Hunter argues, pointing at Blaine. Blaine doesn’t like this
chat anymore, not now that he is being brought into it.
“Firstly, everyone pretty much knows it is yours. Secondly, I’m only asking to
fuck it, not buy it!” The guard spits.
“Firstly, I have no formal claim over him, only my position of power over the
rest of you. Secondly, you know you can pay for her at the next auctions for a
taste.”
“But I work here, I should get some bonus of discounted rates or first pick or
something.”
“No.”
“But-“
“No.”
“Why do you even want it though? I thought you weren’t even remotely bi-
curious?”
“I’m not. But a sub is pretty much genderless. And a sub’s hole is a sub’s
hole.” The guard huffs in response. Hunter continues talking, ignoring the
guards reaction. “Is there anything else I can help you with?”
“What do you mean anything else, you didn’t help me with the first thing!”
“So that’s a no? Ok, we are done here. And you will be suspended for a month.”
Hunter pauses, looking at his calendar unnecessarily. “What a shame, that puts
you out for the next auction. Looks like you wont be able to get her until she
is sold for good.”
“What!? But that’s not fair!”
“Oh well. Make sure you take anything you need from your locker. Suspensions
include being banned from the site completely.” The guard huffs, but doesn’t
argue any more. Instead, she storms out. Hunter doesn’t seem to be effected by
the action, and resumes managing accounts on the computer.
Blaine doesn’t understand what just happened. For some reason the guard wanted
a girl, but Hunter said no, and then when she argued, Hunter just kicked her
out. Blaine contemplating must have been evident on his face, as Hunter stops
what he is doing to ask.
“What’s wrong pet?”
“I... I don’t understand Master?” Blaine responds, surprised Hunter asked.
“Good thing you don’t need to then.” Blaine drops his head. “I’ve never liked
her,” Hunter mutters under his breath, confusing Blaine further. Blaine doesn’t
really know how to respond, so opts not to say anything. He drops his head and
returns to his previous position, settling in to survive several more hours of
nothingness.
***** Hunter's Playroom *****
Chapter Notes
     Thanks again to Tagd for beta'er'ing! Who is much quicker at replying
     to emails with edited chapters than I am with sending them (and
     acting upon those edits...)
     disclaimer: I have never read 50 shades, nor seen any of this
     equipment other than googling imaging for this fic, so apologies to
     anyone who may be offended if this information/description is not
     accurate, blame google (or my lack of good googling skills) :D Also,
     while im being all professional with a 'disclaimer', i should point
     out i dont own glee - i might be much nicer to the characters if i
     did. boring bit out of the way, now to the chapter!!
When they arrive at Hunter’s house he doesn’t wait for Blaine, simply opening
the trunk and walking away. Blaine is left to scramble out on his own, grateful
no one is watching his undignified exit. Once out, he shuts the trunk door
before heading in the direction Hunter went, through the same side door as
yesterday.
Entering the house he hears a lot of shouting from Hunter, as well as a few
quiet feminine whimpers. He quietly heads in the direction of the noise, unsure
if he should be there or make himself scarce. When he reaches the doorway
between the kitchen and foyer he comes to a stop, sinking down to his knees in
an attempt to become as inconspicuous as possible.
Sophia is kneeling with her head on the floor, held down by Hunter’s boot clad
foot. Blaine can see the amount of pressure being pushed on her tiny body,
struggling not to collapse off her knees under the force. He feels incredibly
sorry for the girl; all she did was not hear Hunter’s alarm this morning.
“Come on you worthless shit, it’s playroom time for you,” he demands, grabbing
the girls hair. Blaine hears the girl whimper, but is unsure if it is due to
the name calling, the hair grabbing, or the announcement of their destination.
Blaine is unsure whether he should go as well but decides he would rather not
see whatever is about to happen, so resolves to stay where he is and make
himself more comfortable once out of view. Hunter however apparently has other
ideas.
“You too pet, follow me.” Reluctantly, he goes. Blaine has no idea where the
playroom is, Sophia having not mentioned anything about another room.
They head through the living room, then to a second room at the back of the
house, which turns out to be the dinning room he was yet to see. Blaine notices
a second open door to the far left of him, along the same wall as the door they
came through, leading into the kitchen. This puts the room behind the stairs.
Hunter heads to the middle of said wall, opening a decorative small wooden door
in the middle, roughly to the back of the stairs in the foyer. He pushes Sophia
in first, where she disappears downwards. When Blaine can see inside, he
recognises it as a cellar, complete with the trade mark wonky plank-like steps.
However, as soon as he starts down the stairs and can see the rest of the room,
he decides dungeon is more appropriate. A kinky as hell 50 shades of grey
torture dungeon.
The walls are completely red, the carpet a complimentary shade of black.
Directly in the center of the room is a freestanding double bed, complete with
a four post wooden frame. Along the back of the room are various wooden
structures, made for attaching someone to. Littered around the edges, hanging
off hooks are whips, chains, and straps of leather for all things imaginable.
Blaine decides then and there that he never wants to be the centre of attention
in this room. Stopping once he reaches the bottom, not daring to venture
further into the poorly lit dungeon.
Hunter heads to a door at the side of the room, under the stairs they just
travelled down.
“Come and help me pet,” Hunter calls out before going through the door. Not
wanting to get on the wrong side of his Master while in a place like this, he
quickly goes to join him.
Blaine is surprised by the size of this room, almost as large as the red
dungeon. However instead of looking like the sophisticated - albeit scary - red
room, this one likes a junk room-slash-storage space for equipment only before
seen in porn.
“Ah ha!” Hunter calls from somewhere among the clutter. Suddenly there is a lot
of noise, items being pushed carelessly out the way and onto the floor. “Come
here and help me carry this, it’s heavy.” Hunter watches as Blaine carefully
picks his way through the clutter, curious as to why there is so much. Hunter
seems to pick up on Blaine’s unasked question, answering it for him. “The OSO
also designs their own range of BDSM toys. Senior employees are sometimes
allowed to test new models and prototypes they have, and sometimes are allowed
to keep them, whether the design is used or not. One of the perks of running
the sub house is that I’m considered a senior employee, and am often allowed
first refusal on some of the rejects. The ones I like I keep. My favorites are
kept out, but the rest are thrown in here.” Stunned that Hunter even explained,
Blaine remains silent, overwhelmed by the new information.
He grabs one end of the heavy frame and walks backwards out the room, Hunter
holding the other side. Once into the slightly better lit dungeon room he lets
Hunter walk backwards, leading Blaine to where the item is to be deposited.
Now that he can see a lot better, he looks at the item. It is some form of
bench with two levels; a larger padded flat top, and two smaller padded
outcrops approximately half way up, a couple of straps hanging from the edges
of the device. Hearing a small whimper breaks him out of his curiosity,
watching Sophia by the bed, fearfully looking over to the far wall. Blaine
follows her line of sight to see Hunter picking up a bullwhip from a shelf.
Hunter flicks it’s length out, and the snapping sound it makes is enough to
send a shiver of fear down Blaine’s spin.
“Knees pet,” He growls at Blaine, who drops down instantly in fear. He knows –
well, thinks he knows – the punishment is not for him, and that the whip won’t
be directed to his back, but that doesn’t mean he wants to push Hunter to
change his mind and decide Blaine needs a beating as well.  
“Sophia!” Hunter shouts. “I didn’t think you would need telling. Bench, now.”
Sophia rushes to comply, obviously regretting having not done it in the first
place. As Hunter goes to strap her onto the bench, securing her upper body on
the flat top and each leg on the corresponding lower level branches. Sophia
starts to beg.
“Please Master, please. I’ve always been a good girl for you. This was one
little mistake,” she sobs. “Please Master, not the bull whip. I can do better.
I’m your good girl.”
“Enough,” Hunter orders calmly, although clearly becoming aggravated by the
girl’s pleas.
“Ple... please Master. I wont do it again,” she begs, legs fighting against the
restraints.
“I said enough!” He shouts, enforcing his words with a strike across her
exposed rear. “Tell me why we are here?”
“Because... because I... I wasn’t there to... to wake you up,” she responds
between sobs. Hunter doesn’t reply, instead walking over to a cabinet and
pulling out a gag. “Please Master, please. I wi... will be qui... quiet. I wont
s... scream. I don’t need the gag. I wan... want to be able to tha... thank you
fo... for each stroke.”
“Quiet?” Hunter asks rhetorically. “Quiet in the same way you have been so far?
Following orders like you have? That doesn’t really support your argument now
does it?” Sophia admits defeat, her head dropping like a dead weight. Hunter
forcefully shoves the gag in place. “You were so good when I got you! Do you
want to know what I think of you now?” He stands behind her, preparing to land
the first – second – strike. “You are slut just like the rest.” Hit. “I was
wrong about you; you are nothing special.” Hit. “And guess what? I’ve
discovered someone even more special than you; better than you even at your
prime.” Hit. “And as soon as pet has finished his training, you can be sure you
are going back.” Hit, “Or do you want to go back now?” Hit. “You’ve done
nothing but act up and disobey these last few months.” Every sentence is driven
home with another whip lash, spread all the way along her body from just below
her brand to the bottom of her calf.
It all becomes too much for Blaine; the words sounding almost as painful as the
hits themselves even though they are not aimed at him. He drops his head,
trying to block out the noises by searching for that space in his mind he has
found before – where everything is quiet and nothing seems to matter outside of
his mind.
“Pet!” Hunter shouts, pulling him back to the present before he can truly
escape. “I want you watching. Learning. Things are all nice and cushy for you
at the moment, but you need to learn what punishments are like in the real
world. If I catch you looking away again... it will be your turn next.
Understood?” Hunter stumbles over the words, as though he doesn’t truly want to
say them. Blaine nods quickly. As much as he doesn’t want to see Sophia suffer
like this, him disobeying and getting himself in trouble will not help her.
Hunter resumes his hits this time in silence, seeming to have run out of things
to say. Blaine doesn’t dare look elsewhere, but is reluctant to look at
Sophia’s beaten body. He compromises, flicking between watching Hunter’s
gradually calming expression and Sophia’s reaction. He flinches every time he
hears the sound of leather against flesh, desperately fighting the desire to
turn away.
The whipping gradually starts to slow down, a longer gap between consecutive
strikes. However it doesn’t seem to reduce any of the pain. Sophia’s back is so
covered in marks it’s not possible for Hunter to hit an unaffected area,
instead each lash is hitting already sore flesh. Blaine doesn’t understand how
the girl is still conscious.
“Come pet,” Hunter instructs, dropping the whip to the floor and exiting the
basement. Blaine follows, one last look at Sophia’s slumped body before
leaving. He knew being a sub wasn’t just following orders, that there were
consequences for actions, but he truly hopes he will never have to watch
something like that again, or be the one on the receiving end.
***** Competition *****
“Can you cook?” Hunter asks as they exit the dining room, surprising Blaine.
“Umm, not really Master, only the real basics. I’m sorry Master,” he replies,
worried it isn’t the right answer. Thankfully – for Blaine at least - it
appears Hunter took all his aggression out on Sophia, making him more placid
now. Hunter tsks.
“Teenagers these day’s!” He exclaimed. “They rarely know how to do anything
useful. If they did we could probably cut the training time in half. Shame. I
will have to order takeaway instead. Any preference?” Blaine shakes his head,
feeling it’s a trick question. “I will see what menus I have.”
Hunter strides of into the kitchen, leaving Blaine behind. He debates if he
should follow before finally deciding to kneel at the door between the foyer
and living room, in sight of his Master but close enough to where he was left.
Hunter returns with a pamphlet for some family ran pizza parlor and his phone,
already typing in the number as he sits down.
“Come,” he orders, pointing to a pillow on the floor before focusing on the
phone. As Blaine kneels next to Hunter, he feels fingers running through his
hair, trailing lazy patterns through the curls while placing the order. After
the ordeal in the dungeon, he finds the gesture incredibly comforting and
relaxing. That much so he didn’t realize Hunter had put the phone down fifteen
minutes ago, nor that he has already repeated a question to Blaine once.
“You like that I take it?” He chuckles. Blaine hums in affirmation. “I was
saying, how are you feeling after that?” That question shocks Blaine into full
awareness, spinning around to look at Hunter before remembering he shouldn’t,
dropping his gaze in a hurry. Hunter holds his chin, lifting it up until Blaine
has no choice but to look directly at his Master. “You know pet, I really love
your eyes.” Blaine feels a slight blush creeping up. “They are such a
fascinating color. An amazing swirl of greens and browns with a slight outline
of blue.” Blaine doesn’t know what to do with the information.  “Anyway, I
asked you a question,” Hunter reminds him, a little more Dom like than he was a
few moments ago.
“I’m... I’m a little scared, Master,” he almost whispers.
“Elaborate,” Hunter demands, not seeming to be at all concerned by Blaine’s
answer.
“I’m scared something like that will happen to me,” he responds, giving his
best wounded puppy look.
“Don’t be,” Hunter chuckles. “That slut has been slowly winding me up recently,
constantly not being where she should, never doing what is asked. I have had
her for two years, thereabouts; she really should know better by now. Today was
just the point where I decided to put my foot down. I also have reason to
believe she is doing it for attention. She knows I’m no longer interested in
her for much longer; I think she simply wanted the attention, trying to remind
me how well behaved she can be when she wants to be. But answer me this, should
subs be allowed to pick and choose when they get attention?” It takes a while
for Blaine to realize the question was not rhetorical, not expecting to need to
answer. He simply shakes his head no, knowing it’s what Hunter wants to hear.
“Exactly. Do you think you will do something like this whore has been doing?”
Blaine shakes his head with a definite no. “Good boy. In that case, it won’t
happen will it?”
“But...” he starts, pausing to check it is okay for him to continue. “What if I
don’t mean to do it? If it’s an accident?”
“That’s why we train you-.” They are interrupted by the door ringing. “The bowl
next to the door has some money in it. Go fetch the Pizza.” Blaine unsteadily
rises, walking out the room to answer the door. Thankfully, the bowl is
obvious. Blaine opens the door, head down, and waits for the man to speak
first. Everything from his limited lessons running through his mind.
“That’s $23.82,” the delivery guy announces. Blaine nods, pulling out $25 and
giving it to the man. The man hands him the pizza and a bottle of cola before
going into his pocket to count out the correct change. Blaine is about to tell
him not to, and to keep it as a tip, but stops himself. As a sub, is he allowed
to do that sort of thing with his Master’s money? Hunter didn’t give him the
exact money, simply let him help himself to the bowl mostly filled with change,
but it still feels wrong to pass out money that not his. And also, as a sub, he
shouldn’t talk to a hum without being asked a question, so is he allowed to
tell the man to keep the change?
Before he reaches a conclusion however, the man is shoving the change at him.
On reflex, Blaine holds his spare hand out, only just catching it as the man
lets the coins drop. Once he recovers himself he looks up to see the man’s
retreating form. Deciding it’s best not to dwell on it, he shuts the door and
drops the change into the bowl, carrying the delivery through to Hunter.
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“Bed time pet,” Hunter informs with a yawn. Blaine shivers at what this may
entail, especially since he believes Sophia is out of action in her current
state. He hopes it doesn’t mean he becomes a replacement. “Go undo Sophia’s
straps and shut her in the cage – she should know what she is doing – then you
are done for the night.” Relief floods Blaine, it doesn’t look like he is going
to be used in Hunter’s bed - at least not yet. Hunter stands, but before he
leaves he adds, “If I find out in the morning she isn’t where she should, it’s
your ass on the line. Go it?” Blaine nods.
He makes his way down to the dungeon cellar unsteadily, scared to what sight
may be there to greet him.
“Hey,” he calls out, getting a grunt in response. He heads over and starts
undoing the straps, unsure how to share the news of her location for the night.
He struggles to undo them easily, his hands slightly shaking. “Umm, so Master
said you should know what you’re doing?”
“I know I know! In the cage I go.” She responds aggressively. “I must say, I’m
surprised he didn’t come himself.” Blaine finally undoes the last strap before
helping the girl of the bench.
“Are you ok? You look stiff?” Sophia gives him a look of seriously? “I’m sorry
about this.”
“What for?”
“I’m sorry he did this to you. It doesn’t seem fair.”
“Didn’t expect much else,” she shrugs. “Master has been quite nice recently, it
was only a matter of time. It’s nothing new.”
“How do you do it?”
“Do what?”
“All of it? Cope with the abuse and hatred?” Blaine elaborates.
“It’s not like there is much of a choice is there? You grin and bear your way
through it, hoping it will get easier, knowing it probably won’t.” She opens
the door to the cage, carefully crawling into it so not to further irritate her
wounds. “Have you not noticed there is no way to kill yourself at the sub
house?”
“Does it get easier?” He asks, wanting to change the topic from death.
“Not yet it hasn’t. You do what you have to do to survive.” Blaine doesn’t like
how resigned she sounds, as though she is ready to simply give up.
“Does this need locking somehow?”
“Hah. You work it out. Since you are Master’s new perfect golden toy, I’m sure
you know how to do everything without being told.” Blaine freezes, ignoring the
tirade of words being thrown at him. He needs to get this right, Hunter has
been acting strange recently and doesn’t want to do anything to push it. He
spots a small sliding door bolt, and pushes it across. There is no lock on the
bolt, and can’t spot anything else.
“That all?” He asks, unsure if it is locked enough to please Hunter.
“Yes,” She sighs. “Because of the angle, it’s not possible to undo it from
inside. It is infuriating. Something so simple renders you uselessly trapped. I
swear they use such simple things to belittle us further,” she sighs. Blaine
quickly studies the bolt, and can see what Sophia means. It reminds him of when
he was tied up that first night before being fucked, his hands behind his back
and a chain on his collar. The simple clips able to be undone even by a
toddler, albeit a strong one, could make him completely helpless.
“Is there anything else I need to do?” He asks awkwardly.
“Nope.”
“Night,” he responds, not expecting or receiving a reply. He leaves the
dungeon, turning off the light as he goes.
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The next day Blaine wakes up with a start, the most well rested he has been in
ages. When he arrived at Hunter’s room, the man was already lightly snoring. He
made his way into Sophia’s room, debating on sleeping on the inviting mattress
or sleeping on the floor like he had been told he should. He embarrassingly
gave into the temptation quickly, reasoning there was no point making things
unnecessarily harder on himself by sleeping on the floor. He didn’t realize
just how much he missed the comfort of a mattress until last night.
He hears a loud thud from the next room, followed by a swear word. Blaine
chuckles at the imagery of Hunter having dropped something heavy on his toe. He
hears another thud, and realizes Hunter must have been at it for a while, and
is likely what initially woke Blaine out of his peaceful sleep. He takes a
moment to consider his options; he can feign sleep, he can shower and wash, or
he can go serve Hunter. He knows one of them is the wrong action, but it
certainly seems the most appealing. He decides to bite the bullet head on,
hoping that in tending to Hunter he earns himself favor from the man.
He heads out of the closet like room, silently dropping to his knees by the
doorway. Hunter is already showered and dressed, clearly having been awake for
a while. Apparently, he has decided this is as good an opportunity as any to do
a bit of interior decorating by reordering his room, boxes scattered on the
floor having been pulled out from under the bed. Hunter is currently trying to
pull the bed away from the wall with difficulty. He must notice Blaine’s
movement in his peripheral vision, stopping and looking over. Blaine adverts
his gaze.
“Good, you’re up pet,” he comments. “Help me move this bed. It’s harder than I
thought.” Blaine doesn’t question it, walking to the other side of the bed and
helping Hunter tug. Between the two of them, they manage to pull it out about a
foot. Hunter kneels on the bed looking down the gap they created. “Fuck,” he
curses. “Pet, crawl under and pass the chain up.” Blaine goes without question,
although unsure what sort of chain he is searching for. Once under the bed he
spots it instantly, a small metal chain attached to the underside of the
headboard. He untangles it from where it is trapped between the beams
supporting the mattress, passing it up to Hunter between the wall and
headboard. Hunter takes the end, muttering “good boy,” before continuing
working the chain out.
Blaine scurries out from under the bed before sitting on his heels in wait.
Looking around the room, he is surprised to see the light is not on, and in
fact the room is lit by natural light coming through the window. Blaine is
shocked to realize he slept so late. He starts watching Hunter work the chain,
trying to work out what the man is doing, but to no avail. Eventually, Hunter
finishes sorting out whatever it was with the chain and ties the end off on a
hook. He looks to Blaine.
“Get washed then meet me downstairs. I don’t normally go in on a Friday, but
there is a lesson I need you to attend. It will give me a bit of time to just
wonder around and check the running of everything. Surprise visits keeps
everyone on their toes,” he chuckles to himself. “Don’t take long.”
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When they arrive at the sub house, Hunter leads him straight to the cafeteria.
“You can eat here today. Your group should be along soon. Stick with them until
I come to get you again,” He instructs. Blaine watches as Hunter leaves before
taking himself over to the little hole in the wall to collect a tray, taking it
towards one of the far walls before sitting down.
He slowly eats, today’s food seeming to have more variety – pasta and
vegetables – but somehow tasting blander than normal, as though it was frozen a
month ago and been poorly reheated. Once he finishes, with nothing else to do,
he watches people coming and going. It’s another ten or so minutes before a
steady trickle of subs start entering, all looking more depressed than before.
Although, maybe the couple of days away from them has made him forget how
miserable everything within the center is.
A blonde haired figure catches the corner of his eye. It takes him longer than
it should to recognize the girl as Brittany. She has a large bruise on the side
of hip that certainly wasn’t there a few days ago. After collecting her tray,
the girl spots Blaine, excitedly walking over.
“Im so glad you are ok!” She greats, hugging him in a way that can only be
described as a puppy greeting its owners after not seeing them for a week.
“Hush Britt, you will get yourself in more trouble!” Blaine whispers, looking
around to make sure no guards noticed. Thankfully, luck seemed to be on his
side for once.
“Again?” She questions, this time in at a volume more appropriate for their no
talking environment. Blaine indicates to her hip. “Oh, that. I just fell out of
bed this morning. I rolled over in my sleep and wasn’t aware the cage was
open,” she shrugs. Blaine breathes a sigh of relief, worrying Brittany’s
childlike innocence would inadvertently get her into trouble. Before he forms a
reply, the pair are joined by Nick and Tina, followed by a guard who didn’t
seem keen on leaving the forming group out of ear shot. The three new arrivals
eat their identical meals in silence, Blaine with his eyes trained on the floor
in front of him. 
Once they have finished eating, Blaine follows the other three back to the
classroom they had come from earlier. It is not one he has been in before, but
is an identical layout. However, there are several people already at the front
of the room. They certainly are not subs, but don’t look like the guards either
– only one has the OSO logo on his shirt. The remaining are all females, simply
in casual clothing but all holding a cane.
They sit in silence while they wait for the rest of the group to arrive, the
five people at the front chatting among themselves, not loud enough for Blaine
to be able to make out the individual words. When Blaine sees Jacob appear he
instantly looks away in shame, not wanting to have to interact with him.
Thankfully, the spaces near Blaine had already been filled, so he can get away
with not talking for a little while longer.
Once all eleven subs have arrived and sat down, the single man in the guard
uniform steps into the center of the room.
“We have some special visitors today,” he introduces, indicating to the
remaining four people at the front. “These lovely people own four of the
country’s major submissive brothel chains, and visit us a few times every year
to help with some specific lessons. You must be on your absolute best behavior;
these people will also be watching everything you do and possibly consider
having you in the future.”
Great, Blaine thinks sarcastically, these people want to watch the slaughter
house raise their animals.
“Picking up where we left off yesterday; visual clues to what your Master
wants. Masters do not want to have to ask you to do everything, they have
enough to be thinking about. You are there to aid and help your Master, do the
simple things so they can focus on what they need to. Therefore, you need to be
able to pick up on the smallest of indications; do they need a drink, do they
need to relieve pent up anger, do they need to jot notes down quickly while on
the phone? You should be able to tell these things, and then act upon them.
Masters don’t just want a mindless robot that only does something when asked,
they want someone to give them what they need before they know themselves.
“A key part of this is getting to know your Master, and how they act. This is
where our visitors come in. A few of you will each be assigned to someone, and
will go through some set up mock situations, and will be judged on how
appropriately you respond. The only way this stuff can be taught is by
practicing, and what better way to start than at the deep end; with someone you
haven’t met before?” Blaine’s insides seem to plummet. He isn’t a mind reader,
it’s not possible to learn how to do this sort of stuff!
The guard splits them into groups of two’s and one three, before allocating
each group a temporary Mistress. Blaine and Brittany are both assigned to the
same woman, who looks at them both before leaving without a word. Knowing the
point of this activity is to start learning visual clues, and knowing they
cannot do so if they are not near the woman, they both cautiously follow.
They end up in what Blaine assumes is the staff room, next to the cafeteria and
the kitchens. Already knowing what he should be doing in this situation, Blaine
kneels down next to the stern woman, Brittany flawlessly copying him on the
other side.
A clothed sub is quick to approach the table, delivering food before retreating
back to the kitchen.
The rest of her meal is spent in silence. At one point the woman finishes her
drink, and before Blaine can blink Brittany is there refilling it. Once she
kneels back down the Mistress turns to Blaine.
“Hand out, palm up,” she orders. Not knowing why but not daring to question it,
he obeys. Before he can even register the woman moving he feels a sharp pain
across his hand, the cane having been struck directly across the center. Blaine
doesn’t understand why he deserved the hit.
They seem to tour the compound with the woman, going into extravagant rooms
Blaine had not seen before. He reasons these must be the places visitors and
potential buyers get to see, expensively decorated to make the wealthy clients
feel at home.
At various points, the woman would give some sort of clue as to wanting
something. Sometimes Blaine was able to pick it up, other times Brittany did.
Every time the sub to have not reacted ended up with a smack across their
hands. It was incredibly painful, and Blaine wanted to do anything to stop the
hits from coming, but hated knowing that if he didn’t receive it then Brittany
would. Watching her suffer the pain was almost as painful as the strike itself.
After what seemed like hours of following, both of their hands in considerable
pain, they arrived back at the original room. 
They were not the first back, but not the last either. Once everyone does
arrive the guard speaks up.
“Now it is time to have a little competition. I don’t think you lot have done
one before, so let me first quickly explain how we run our special contests. It
isn’t a write down your answers, nor a put your hand up first style of
competition. We will do something, and you must act how you think is
appropriate. You will then be given a score on your actions, depending on how
quick you were and how well you did it. You must keep a tally of your own score
- although we will know if you are cheating. At the end, the person with the
most points gets a little prize, and the loser gets a big surprise.” The guard
grins evilly at the last few words, clearly liking the ‘surprise’, the visitors
all giving an excited chuckle. Blaine dreads to think what it could be, and
resolves to not find out.
The guard takes a drink from one of many half full glasses on the desk,
emptying it. That’s quite a simple place to start; Blaine gets up and refills
the glass from the jug also on the desk before retreating to kneel the
appropriate distance away. He was the first to move, and had kneeled back down
before most of the others had even started to move – the only ones to have
copied him where his three friends; Brittany, Tina, and Nick, who filled up
three of the empty glasses. The guard doesn’t appear too happy about this.
“Seriously sluts! How could I be more obvious? Everything is set out, and you
have already watched four whores do it!” The rest rush up, each taking turns
with the single jug, before most of them return to their previous position.
“5226 – ten points, 9103 – seven points…” He lists everyone’s number, giving
them each a score. Blaine only knows his and Nick’s numbers, so is unsure of
what each person got. Although most numbers where much closer to a zero than a
ten, only one other number being above a five, which logically would belong to
either Brittany or Tina.
The test continues, following a similar pattern of Blaine being the first to
act, quickly followed by his three friends, finishing with the rest to varying
degrees of grace and accuracy. Blaine ends up having to fetch tissues, a
jacket, holding out his hand to dispose of the guards chewing gum, clean up
discarded paper and wrappers, fetching medicine, and other ridiculous tasks. It
was absurd how set up the whole thing was, and how foolish it made Blaine feel.
He would have never done something this ludicrous before he was marked a sub,
yet now it felt almost normal. His Sir wanted him to do it, so he would do it,
understanding and agreeing with the reasoning behind it or not. And as much as
the thought churned his stomach, he wanted to please his Master even though he
wasn’t in Hunter’s presence.
Once the test had finished each sub was asked for their score. Blaine had
earned a respectable 89 points, putting him at the top and making him the
winner. Jacob however had only earned 36 points, making him the lowest. But to
make matter’s worse, he decided to pretend to have scored higher.
“8263?”
“56 Sir,” he calls out. The guard gives him a disbelieving look. Jacob shrinks
backwards, his guilt evident on his face, but doesn’t correct himself. The
guard stands up, walking over so he is directly in front of the kneeling sub,
amplifying his superiority.
“Are you sure?” Jacob shyly nods. He receives a hard slap across his cheek, the
sound echoing around the room. “Lier,” the guard spits. He turns to address the
rest of the room. “Everyone is dismissed for the day; you are to all return
directly to your cell. 5226, your Master will be along to deliver your prize
and collect you as soon as he is done attending to some business.” The guard
turns back to Jacob. “You lost, and then you decided to lie about it. You late-
bloomer shits always seem slow to learn.” Jacob is dragged out by the guard by
his collar. Being the only one to have watched the whole spectacle, most of the
others having vanished as soon as they heard the word ‘dismissed’. Blaine
quickly chases after the others
***** Homesick *****
Chapter Notes
     personally, im not a huge fan of fics that have a song in them, but i
     really couldnt resit this once - so apologise for those who feel
     similar to me about lyrics, but hopefully you can forgive me. the
     song is a slightly adjusted version of Brittany's original song; my
     cup (performed - i think - before the season two national competition
     (tho it could have been before season 1 nationals, not 100% sure from
     the top of my head) )
See the end of the chapter for more notes
When Blaine reaches the room he heads straight into the washroom, having not
been aware of his desperation until he considers it. He can’t remember when the
last time he was allowed to use the toilet, for once thankful he isn’t fed much
solid food.
With that need dealt with, he next heads into one of the showers, taking his
time despite the cold spray. He washes his hair twice through, his unruly curls
making him miss the gel and expensive shampoo he used to own.
He has been fairly lucky so far – if you could call it that – as he hasn’t
really been missing his home until now. His mind being too preoccupied with
making it through the next hour unharmed, even when his mind had the time to
wonder it never strayed far from thoughts of what’s to come. His chest
tightens, making breathing harder. Unable to see clearly through the tears
starting to cloud his eyes, he fumbles in turning off the shower. Leaning back
against the wall he slowly slides down, crouching on the floor; standing
requiring more energy than he has to spare.
He wonders what his family is doing right now. He reckons it must be around
7pm, so they would likely all be sat in the dining room eating Mom’s home
cooked meal. He can almost smell her famous apple pie. Hunter let slip this
morning that it was a Friday, meaning his older brother would also be home for
their family meal. No one (from his immediate family) had ever missed their
Friday night dinner until he was marked a sub. Blaine’s insides curl up,
feeling guilty. He wonders if they are sombre over the absence of him, or
acting as though he never existed in the first place – after all, that is what
the OSO advises family to do. Blaine and his father did not always have the
best of relationships, especially not after Blaine had come out as gay, but his
Dad wasn’t outright horrid towards him. Cooper may be a self-absorbed ass at
times, but Blaine would trade anything to hear another sarcastic comment or
inappropriate innuendo. Blaine would often have bruises for days after these
Friday meals, Cooper having been kicking and pinching him the whole time.
Rubbing his arms, he misses those bruises.
As for his Mom, it could be one of two things. She liked to take the simple
path, so she could have easily decided to forget about him, or she would have
turned to alcohol to force herself to forget, drowning her worries. Blaine
hopes it’s the former, it would be much better for the others. He misses his
mother’s cooking. Nothing would ever compare to her home cooked meals. His
stomach growls at the thought.
Blaine slumps the rest of the way down to the floor, defeated.
His grandparents have probably erased all evidence of him. They were
traditional Christians, believing Blaine to be sinful due to his sexuality. Was
sinful, he corrects. They wouldn’t be talking about Blaine in present tense –
even Blaine shouldn’t be, he is no longer Blaine, now he is 5226. His
grandparents may have kept up a good charade while Blaine’s Mom was about, but
their hate towards him was still as clear as day. As strange as it sounds, he
still misses them. He could cope with their torment much easier than the
guards.
They would no doubt think his new position in society is exactly what he
deserves.
Blaine looks up, eyes tracing patterns through the ceiling tiles and fingers
dancing with each other to prevent them balling into fists. He wonders what has
happened to all his stuff. He misses his bow ties. His navy letterman jacket.
Playing sports. His old boxy TV. Even the seven O’clock news, simply knowing
what is happening in the outside world. It feels as though all that really
exists to him is the dull compound walls, and temporarily Hunter’s house. He
misses the feel of a breeze, the smell of freshly cut grass. It’s been a while
since he just stopped to watch the clouds. Or the amazing colours of a sun set.
He would often stay up, sitting on his window ledge and watching the sun dip
below the horizon.
Someone he loved could have died, and he has no way of ever knowing. The guards
have total control of his life, they get to decide what he knows and what is
kept from him. And he knows they wouldn’t tell him something unless they could
use it as manipulation.
He wonders what all his friends are doing; probably practicing singing for the
Warblers. Blaine misses singing whenever he feels like it. They would be
texting each other with new songs to try out, be it for competition or simply
fun, seeing how well it fit their voices and style. Blaine never did manage to
get the council to agree to a second Katy Perry number.
So much for Blaine’s dreams of performing on the big Broadway stage. His
dreaming has been rerouted to belonging to a Master who is kind, doesn’t rape
him – or at least is gentle during it – and lets him have a little bit of
personal free time. It seems more unlikely than becoming the biggest Broadway
star.
He wonders if the staff at the small café near his home know what happened. His
parents wouldn’t have told them. Heck, they probably still don’t know that he
spent hours down there, chatting to all the staff and even helping the
manager’s daughter with her homework. His heart aches, he will miss that girl
considerably. The family probably thinks he must have just disappeared off the
face of the earth. What he would give to be able to go back in time and say
good bye to everyone.
It was a mistake to go without a farewell, or at least an explanation. He
sighs. It is by far his biggest regret so far.
He wonders if he will even survive the year. He drops his head into his hands,
too heavy to hold up on his own. A sinking feeling comes over Blaine as he
thinks of… what would happen if he doesn’t make it?
He rapidly tries to blink back the tears; he can’t let anyone see how weak he
feels.
Eventually he stands up straight, shaking it off, getting back some composure.
How he wished he could’ve boxed to help control his emotions quicker; it has
always worked before.
He heads to the sinks, splashing cold water on his face, wishing there was a
mirror in the room - that way he would know if his eyes are still red or if he
is fine to exit out into the cage room. Shivering from the cold shower, having
sat unmoving in the left over water, he bounces on the balls of his feet
getting the blood flowing again. He was lucky no one came in while he was
having his minor breakdown, but he is starting to push his luck.
Waiting a couple of minutes longer, he hopes it is enough to be able to pass as
‘fine’, before leaving the wash room and heading to sit with his temporary
friendship group.
“You alright dude?” Nick asks before Blaine can even properly seat himself.
“Yeah,” he replies with a shrug of his shoulders. Thankfully, Nick doesn’t push
further. He sits silently, trying to catch up with the topic of conversation.
It doesn’t take too long to realize that in fact they are brainstorming lyrics,
inspired by him.
“Puppy Blaine? Ready to listen to my-our song?” Brittany asks. “It’s not yet a
chart topper, but it’s my first go!” She announces. Tina starts clapping out a
beat, Brittany singing lead and Nick singing harmonizing back up.
You’re the only one, who gets special care
My cock, my cock
Sayin’, “What’s up?”
To my cock, my cock
More of a friend than a silly pup
My cock
You know what it is
Sayin’, “What’s up?” To my cock (ahh)
I’m sayin’ “What’s up?” To my cock (ahh)
I’m sayin’ “What’s up?” To my cock (ahhhh)
Blaine doesn’t know how to react. Part of him is shocked at simply how bad the
song is, but a bigger part of him wants to laugh at the absurdity, and thank
his friends for attempting to cheer him up. He claps.
“Umm. That’s a lot of cock?” He jokes. Nick laughs as though that comment is
the most hilarious thing he has ever heard. The sub house appears to be
draining any sense of normality out of them all. Brittany however looks
seriously insulted.
“It was only a first run. And I bet you can’t come up with any other words!”
Blaine takes this as a challenge, completely distracting himself from his
earlier meltdown.
“Okay. Umm, Penis. Dick Umm.” Ok, that’s harder than he thought.
“Schlong.” Tina inputs. “Trouser snake. Knob. Johnson.”
“Tina is much better Blainey boy!” Nick laughs. Blaine sends him a glare.
“Love rod. Your turn.” Blaine challenges.
“Ok. Prick. Brittany?”
“Rod of pleasure.” Blaine gives a confused glance at the girl, but doesn’t
question it further.
“Shaft.” Tina states.
“Wand.”
“Always a Harry Potter reference with you isn’t there!” Nick chuckle. “Umm,
Tallywacker.”
“Ding dang doodle,” Brittany announces. The group sets into a rhythm, each in
turn giving a word. Private eye, sausage, weenie, junk, manhood, dragon, beaver
basher, baby-maker.
“Umm,” Tina thinks. “I’m out, I can’t come up with any more.” She frowns.
“Oh? Is this a competition?” Brittany askes curiously.
“It can be. Blaine?” They continue, no longer waiting for an answer from Tina.
Cum gun, candle, dickie, disco stick.Nick runs out of ideas, leaving only
Brittany and Blaine left competing for the title of ‘knows most words for
dick’.Flesh tower, groin, little bob, old fellow, meter long king kong dong,
piston, mayo shooting hot dog gun.
“How on earth can I better that?” Blaine objects, laughing. “I give up.”
“Does that mean I win?” Brittany asks. Blaine nods. “YAY!” She starts doing a
little bum wiggle in celebration. Tina leaves with a chuckle, heading into the
washroom with Brittany not far behind.
“Seriously Blaine, what’s wrong?” Nick asks in a hushed whisper. Blaine must
have not made himself as presentable as he hoped. At least not enough that his
best friend couldn’t tell.
“Nothing.”
“What’s he been making you do?” Nick persists.
“Just stuff. It’s mainly been sitting in the corner of his office not doing
anything,” Blaine shrugs.
“I don’t believe you,” Nick counters.
“Honestly,” Blaine turns to look at Nick, “It’s been sitting around while
Hunter does stuff, and then occasionally fetching things.”
“So why do you look so dead? Like you have given up already?” He accuses.
Blaine sighs, realizing Nick is not about to drop it.
“It’s. It’s Sophia.”
“Sophia? Who on earth is that?” Nick snapped.
“She’s Hunter’s personal sub. She is, well, she is a bitch. She doesn’t like
me. I thought you know, there would have been some solidarity between all us
subs, but there really isn’t. Her biggest concern is that Hunter likes me more,
which means he will get rid of her, making me the enemy.”
“She likes being with Hunter?” Nick asks confused. Blaine shakes his head.
“Supposedly the unknown is worse. I guess I agree. At least you know exactly
what that person expects from you, but if you get sold on then your new Master
could be ten times worse, you can’t know.” Nick doesn’t look convinced. “And I
don’t like being fed-“
“What’s wrong with eating? Surely the food is better!” Interrupts Nick.
“Well, kind of. But Hunter always makes me eat out of his hand, like a pet.” To
Nick’s credit, he looks appalled.
“Well you should stand up to him! I don’t care what anyone says, we are all
still human!” Blaine shakes his head, remembering Sophia’s punishment for not
waking Hunter up on time. “What?” Nick asks, having been able to recognize
Blaine’s expression.
“It’s different with Hunter than it is here. The sub house seems to have its
limits, albeit not huge ones. Hunter wouldn’t think twice about beating a sub
within an inch of their life. I don’t think he would hit me, but probably use
you or Sophia to punish me.”
“What’s going on Blaine?” Nick demands, sensing the boy is hiding something.
“Yesterday, Sophia didn’t hear Hunter’s alarm so wasn’t ready to service him in
the morning. When we got back last night.” Blaine shakes his head, unable to
say it out loud. “The things he did, the things he said,” he pauses, deciding
to skip over exactly what happened. “I can’t believe she was still alive. And
for the last twenty-four hours she has been locked in a cage in the dungeon.”
Blaine watches a visible shudder travel through Nick. “And he made me put her
there. And I don’t know if she will still be alive when we go back. And there
is absolutely nothing I can do other than try and be the perfect sub. But in
doing that it will only make it worse for her. And I don’t know what to do!” He
almost shouts.
“Blaine,” Nick whispers, leaning forwards and taking him into a comforting hug.
Blaine falls into the embrace, needing the support.
“It’s… it’s,” he stutters. “I knew it would be bad, being a sub. But… I-I was
not exp-expecting this!” He says between gasps. “I miss home. I miss fre-
freedom. I m-miss simply be-being a teenager. This, this isn’t living! What is
the point of me even being alive right now!”
“Shh,” Nick calms. Blaine didn’t realize how loud he had gotten, everyone in
the room now listening to his words. Blaine snuggles further into his friend’s
arms, exactly the same as how he used to as a child with Cooper.
“I, I don’t want this anymore Nick.” Blaine stays like that in Nick’s arms for
a considerable amount of time. He is very surprised Hunter has not yet come to
collect him. Tina and Brittany re-joined them, not mentioning anything about
Blaine’s position and instead the three friends having a conversation as though
Blaine isn’t even present.
“Blaine?” Brittany calls. “You look like an adorable poodle.” At first Blaine
is insulted, but when he looks around and sees the sincere look on the girls
face he realizes she is simply trying to cheer him up. He smiles. Brittany
takes this as an invitation and starts patting his hair. Blaine’s first
instinct is to shout at her, wasn’t he just talking about wanting to not feel
like some pet? But he holds his tongue, not wanting to upset the naive girl.
“It’s like having good old snuggly Blaine back,” Nick comments. It’s true, he
used to be the most cuddly and affectionate of the Warblers, always snuggling
up to one of them during their late night movie marathons, even the straight
guys.
“I want a Blaine cuddle!” Tina announces to the room, diving across their
little circle – triangle – and tackling the two boys in a huge. Brittany seems
to feel left out, as she joins in, announcing “Group hugs!” Blaine laughs from
among the mass of naked limbs, surprisingly feeling comfortable despite the
close proximity to boobs.
“Everyone needs Blaine cuddles sometimes,” Nick shares once everyone breaks
apart, “It makes everyone feel better.”
“Thanks guys,” Blaine smiles, feeling a little better than before.
“You need to remember, don’t give in. It won’t stop things from getting worse,
but prevents them from getting better. Another, what, two or three more days
with Hunter?” Blaine shrugs, not exactly knowing how long he has. “And then you
will be back with us, and things will be easier. Don’t give up, remember why
you want to keep going. Then there is another forty-eight or so weeks and we
will be with Jeff and Trent. It’s hard to keep track of passing time…” Blaine
shrugs.
“Forty-eight weeks is a long time,” he complains.
“Survive forty-eight, live to see forty-nine.” Tina inputs.
“Very true. It may be a long time, but you can still see the end. Then we will
be back with our friends and families, I will be back with my boyfriend. It
will be worth it. Yes, it won’t be the same as before, but we will probably be
fairly safe. You won’t have to worry about those homophobes who attacked you.
If they did that now they would be given a huge sentence. Doms don’t touch subs
that are not theirs, not without permission from their owner.” Blaine doesn’t
feel convinced.
“Put your hand over your heart,” instructs Brittany. Blaine obeys, albeit
warily. “Can you feel your heart?” He nods. “That’s called purpose. You are
alive for a reason. You shouldn’t ever give up.”
Chapter End Notes
     Anyone spot the tiny tiny tiny starkid reference in there? Probably
     not (even for starkid fans)
     thanks everyone for sticking with me for this long! it means so
     much!!
     i would really appreciate it if you could please drop me a comment
     letting me know what you think about the story, and this chapter in
     particular. This is the first chapter i have been trying to get a bit
     of a deeper emotional reaction, and there are some I have planned in
     the future where (to me) it is even more important that you - the
     reader - feels the emotion of the characters. therefore, it would
     mean the world to me if you could let me know what you think so
     future chapters can be better. almost a like this was a trial run.
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***** Daily life *****
Chapter Summary
     Happy Christmas/holidays. Or if you dont celebrate anything (like
     me), happy free stuff day!
     To recap: Blaine is a sub, currently being conditioned to act as a
     submissive slave.
     During a lesson, Blaine defied orders and ended up orgasming
     (although it was not purely his fault).
     As his punishment he is to be hunters personal sub for a week, which
     thankfully is starting to come to and end.
     In the last chapters Blaine was back at the sub house for lessons,
     and has just had a catch up with his friends, as well as a minor
     break down. He is now waiting for hunter to come and pick him back
     up, as well as give him his award for winning the test.
     This does pick up from where the last chapter left off, so it may be
     advisable to go back and read the last couple of chapters, but
     hopefully it will be easy enough to pick up without.
     (It's been so long since i last updated, i thought a reminder would
     be appreciated :D )
Chapter Notes
     I'm so so sorry it has been so long! Uni is much harder than i
     thought. However i was absolutely adamant i would have this chapter
     ready as a little Christmas present/surprise. It hasn't been
     beta'er'ed, and it has hardly been proofread, so please be prepared
     for it to change a lot. However, despite having to stay up till 3 am
     on christmas eve (morning?), and spending several hours christmas
     day, it is finally in a postable form.
     Please read the end notes for a more detailed update
See the end of the chapter for more notes
By the time Hunter arrives a lot of the subs, including Tina, have already
voluntarily made their way to their cages, exhausted from the day. Blaine, Nick
and Brittany are all still up, but none of them are talking, simply content to
be next to each other. Blaine can tell Nick is fighting to stay awake, his head
keeps dropping onto Blaine’s shoulder, which in turn wakes him only to start
the circle a few moments later.
“Pet. Let’s go.” Blaine rises, jostling Nick in the process. Nick is about to
speak his protest before his eyes land on Hunter, stopping him in his tracks.
He drops his eyes in submission. “Has no one come to lock you in yet?” Hunter
asks no one in particular, despite the obvious answer. He sighs in exasperation
as Blaine joins him outside the cell. “Fucking have to do everything here!
Right you sluts, cages now.” Hunter instructs as he locks the cell door. The
remaining few stragglers settle in for the night, and as soon as everyone is
safely in their cages Hunter hits a switch on the wall, turning off the cell
light. Hunter shuts the door, listening for a quiet click signifying the
electronic lock had engaged.
“I hear you have been very good today pet,” Hunter states, leading the way out
of the building. Blaine doesn’t think he requires a response, so he stays
silent. “You will get your little reward when we get home. Does that sound
good?” Blaine nods shyly, fearing it is a trick question. Hunter ruffles his
hair with a laugh. “Come on boy, cheer up!” He follows Hunter as he scans some
kind of ID card to open the door they reached. As it opens a strong flash of
light powers through the sky making Blaine jump; he didn’t realize there was a
storm outside. Hunter pauses with a sigh, before disappearing back into the
building and returning wearing a long waterproof coat. Without any
consideration for Blaine’s state of undress, Hunter briskly walks across the
carpark to his vehicle. Blaine reluctantly follows a step behind.
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It isn’t raining quite as heavily when they reach Hunters house, although
Blaine is still shivering when Hunter opens the trunk to let him out.
“Wait for me in the main room,” Hunter orders before disappearing off somewhere
to do who-knows-what.
Blaine does as instructed and waits for Hunter to return, settling down on his
knees. Seeing his friends earlier did make him feel more optimistic and less
helpless, knowing he isn’t the only one in emotional turmoil, however he now
feels much lonelier than before. Sure, he has his friends at the sub house, but
they are only temporary. In under a year they will all be sold, likely bought
by different people living in different places. There is the slim chance the
Warblers will be able to buy both him and Nick, however the more Blaine starts
to learn about the type of people who buy subs, the less likely he thinks it
will be. Assuming Blaine is bought by someone else there is an almost zero
chance of ever being reunited with his fellow sub friends. He might not be the
only sub at wherever he ends up, but he will have no one to confide in, having
to carry all his concerns and worries on his own shoulders.
The arrival of Sophia breaks Blaine out of his daydream. She is walking with a
slight limp, and Blaine can see she must have been recently slapped around her
check, but overall she isn’t looking quite as bad as Blaine was expecting. Of
course, he is yet to see the state of her back. With Hunter following almost
directly behind her, it wouldn’t surprise Blaine if she fighting to downplay
her pain. Sophia takes her place next to Blaine, both waiting for their next
order.
“Sophia. Your punishment is now complete; however you are on probation. Any
more serious fuck ups and I will be sending you back, whether there is a
replacement for you ready or not. Understood?” Sophia nods. “You are dismissed
early for the day, and I’m granting you the morning off as well. However I
expect you to return to normal duties by the afternoon.” Sophia scurries off,
quick to get away from Hunter. “I’ve got your reward for you, pet. Would you
like it?” Blaine stays silent, unsure of how he should be acting. “Well pet?”
Blaine nods timidly. “Beg for it then!” Hunter laughs.
Blaine looks up through his eyelashes, trying to work out if Hunter is being
serious or just trying to pull his leg. Although Hunter doesn’t have many
facial expressions beyond that of intimidating or angry, Blaine can tell he is
expected to beg.
“Umm… Please Master?” Hunter tuts in disapproval.
“You have got to mean it! Come on boy, what is it you want?”
Blaine takes a breath to collect himself, before looking up at Hunter.
“Please Master, please may I receive my reward? I was so good for you, I didn’t
want to show you up. I was on my best behaviour. I wanted to show all the other
guards just how good you are at being a Master. My Master. And…” Blaine
hesitates, surprised out how true his thought is, “and I wanted to make you
proud.” Blaine falls back on his heels, unaware of having risen up on his knees
during his small speech.
Hunter smiles, reaching into his back trouser packet. “Good boy,” he praises.
“Here you are. And you are also dismissed for the day.” Hunter walks away,
leaving Blaine with his head bowed, almost afraid to look at what Hunter placed
in his hand.
Once Hunter is well out of range, Blaine slowly uncurls his fingers, revealing
two Hershey's Kisses. He quickly unwraps the first, delicately placing it on
his tongue and letting it completely melt. After so long without chocolate, it
feels like the best thing he has ever eaten. Once the first chocolate is
completely melted he looks at the second, considering it. As much as he would
love to feel it melting on his tongue like the first, he knows of a girl who
would be much more appreciative of it. He pulls his eyes away from the
beckoning silver wrapper and disappears of in search of Sophia.
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The next day Blaine wakes up feeling well rested but stiff. After he gave
Sophia his last chocolate they spent a little while talking, becoming closer in
the process. Sophia was still a little cold to him, making him sleep on the
floor rather than sharing the mattress, but overall it was an improvement from
before. Plus, the girl did have a good reason for not sharing the matress; she
had spent the previous 24 hours locked in a cage after a serve punishment.
He hears a loud crash before a string of curse words. Looking around the small
room Blaine notices Sophia is now also awake. She sighs before looking at
Blaine, communicating with her look ‘Now what’s the matter with him!’
Blaine shrugs. “Do we need to go help?”
“Not unless he-“
“Slut! Pet! Get your backsides here this instant!” Hunter hollas as if on cue.
“Calls.” Sophia finishes dejectedly. They both start getting up, Sophia barely
making it to her feet before her legs buckle under her. Blaine bends down to
help, and after a pause she reluctantly accepts his outstretched hand. They
trudge down the stairs together, Blaine refusing to let go of Sophia until just
before they come into the view of Hunter, dropping down to their knees half way
between the door and Hunter.
“I’m leaving you both here today. I’ve left a list on the fridge with what
needs doing; split it however you wish. And clean this mess.”
With that he leaves. Blaine looks around the kitchen at all the pots and pans
scattered about everywhere, trying to work out if Hunter made the mess on
purpose or if it was accidental.
                                                                  
Once the pair hear Hunter’s car leave the drive, there is an almost audible
sigh of relief. Blaine slowly stands up and retrieves Hunter’s list.
“Read it out,” Sophia demands.
“Kitchen. Guest rooms. Meeting room. Entrances,” Blaine lists, confused. “What
does that mean?”
“That Master thinks there is a possibility guests could be staying over in the
next few days. He wants those rooms cleaning for their arrival, as well as the
route they would take through the house.” Blaine’s expression must portray his
confusion as Sophia elaborates. “Master likes the house to have a complete
spring clean if he knows people are coming over in advance. So it means
everything vacuumed, the floors polished, the rooms made up to five star
standard and so on. If he isn’t sure, or he isn’t given much warning, he just
asks me to clean the places the visitors would see, since the house is kept
tidy enough from a distance to be passable. Cleaning all those places to his
standard in a day is going to be impossible.” Blaine nods in understanding,
reading the remainder of the list.
“Weed garden borders. Clean pool/fix pool filter. Necessities.”
“On a busy day like today that simply means cooking dinner, taking the bins
out, and possibly doing a load of laundry if its needed,” Sophia interrupts
before Blaine can ask. “Is there anything else?” Blaine shakes his head as
Sophia rises to her feet, steadier now. “OK. Do you know anything about pool
filters?”
“I know a little bit about mechanics as my Dad and I rebuilt a car together.
I’m not sure if I know enough but I could try?”
“That would be amazing. Master is always in a better mood if he doesn’t have to
pay to get someone in. You go have a look at that first. If you don’t have any
sort of idea after a quick look don’t bother and just clean the pool by hand,
you can always try again later. The chemicals and stuff you might need are all
in the shed by the pool. I will start on the meeting room while you’re doing
that. Since you are outside anyway, you can do the weeding. Just pull out the
weeds from the boarders and throw them in the compost bin behind the shed.
Hopefully by the time you have finished that I will have also finished the
entrances and maybe polished as well. Depending on time we might get chance to
stop for lunch. I will show you what needs doing in the guest rooms, and then
leave you finishing them while I start on the kitchen. Hopefully I can cook and
clean at the same time. The finishing touches will probably have to be done
once Master is home unfortunately.” Sophia pauses, seeming to do some mental
calculations before letting out a deep breath. “Right. I think that will work.
Good luck,” she smiles at him before heading up the stairs, still slightly
unsteady on her feet but stable enough Blaine is relatively happy to leave her
be, starting in the direction of the large garden.
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Two hours later and Blaine had finally fixed the filter. What he initially
thought would be a quick and simple fix turned out a lot more complicated when
the device didn’t come apart how he expected. He holds his breath as he turns
it on, praying he had done it right. After a tense moment, he finally hears the
system coming to life, and breathes a sigh of relief. He picks up a net that
was lying about to quickly catch the few stray leaves in the pool before being
fully satisfied that the job is complete.
Just as he is putting the net away, he notices Sophia beckoning him from the
doorway.
“How you getting on?” She asks in greeting as he reaches her.
“Just got the filter working. I’ve put the chemicals in the pool so hopefully
it will now be alright to sort itself out. Sorry it took me so long,” he
apologises.
“That’s alright. I didn’t think it would be fixable so didn’t think it would
take so long, but the fact you have fixed it is excellent. Do you want to come
get lunch before starting on the garden? It’s about half past one.”
“Please!” Blaine replies, following behind Sophia.
They enter the kitchen and Sophia starts pottering about, pulling out a couple
of bowls and spoons from their designated draws and putting them on the island.
“Can I help with anything?” Blaine asks, feeling awkward just standing there.
“Not much to help with I’m afraid. It’s packaged sub-grub for us,” she frowns,
rummaging through a large tub in one of the bottom cupboards. “We have got a
choice of; vegetable, chicken, beef or pork. Which takes your fancy?”
“Umm… Chicken?” Blaine replies unsurely, picking his favourite meet from the
selection. Sophia grabs two silver foil packets and stands up, turning towards
Blaine as she does so.
“Sorry, I forgot they cooked for you at the sub house.” She kicks the cupboard
shut and moves to turn on the kettle. “Sub-grub is the cheap alternative Dom’s
tend to give us. I don’t really know what it is, but consists of some kind of
gloop that is meant to be meat, as well as a mix that contains the supplements
we need to get through the day. In a way it is much better than normal food as
it really does give you plenty of energy, and one of these a day is much easier
than worrying if your Master is going to provide you enough.” She pauses,
opening both pouches before pouring in the boiled water and resealing.
“If they are that good, why are they not used at the sub house?” Blaine asks as
Sophia starts shaking the packets.
“I’ve never been told, but I’ve come up with the theory that because of how
many meals they have to provide, it does work out cheaper for them to buy in
the out of date or unusable foods and use them. Plus, it’s the sub’s that cook
– it’s a something you will start doing soon as apparently a sub that can’t
cook isn’t any good – and there is no point just teaching us all how to boil a
kettle and use a microwave. So since they have a lot of subs cooking in the
kitchen, and a lot has to be cooked, the powers above must have decided to do
it this way.” Sophia pours each packet into one of the respective bowls on the
side.
“How can it be cheaper? Surely the sub house doesn’t have to pay full price for
these packets?” Sophia heads to the microwave, placing the bowls inside and
setting the timer for seven minutes.
“Sub-grub isn’t anything to do with the OSO, they are an independent brand. I’m
sure the OSO would get a bulk buy discount, but they wouldn’t get it for next
to nothing like you were probably imagining.”
“Oh.” Blaine contemplates. “I never really thought about other businesses being
involved.”
“There are loads. The OSO literally just deals with the submissives. All the
collars, equipment, accessories and so on are from other companies. There are
some companies that are affiliated with the OSO, and are promoted at the
auctions, but there are a lot of other brands and designs. Only first time
owners will buy the add-ons at the auctions as everyone else knows there is
much better for much cheaper if they were to look online or even in the malls.”
“Oh.” Blaine replies, surprised at how silly he feels for not knowing. Of
course other people would make businesses out of selling things like collars.
Thinking about it, he wouldn’t be surprised if the companies who sell dog
collars also sell them for subs. It would make sense for them to broaden their
market.
“Anyway, back to the present. I have managed to get the meeting room and
entrances cleaned; I just have to polish the floors. I’m going to do that after
eating. I’m going to make a start on the guest bedrooms, but I might have to
leave some of it to you to help with because of my back, as long as you would
be ok with that?” She continues without waiting for a response. “It will
probably take you a while to do the weeding, so hopefully I will have mostly
finished the rooms by the time you are done and then you can do the bits that
are left. Then we can both work in the kitchen and hopefully be pretty much
finished before Master gets back.”
“Sounds a plan,” Blaine responds just as the microwave pings. Sophia retrieves
the bowls and returns to sit next to him, placing a bowl in front of Blaine.
Blaine looks at the sub-grub and is hesitant to try it, only taking a small
bite off his spoon. The best way he can describe it is dog food mixed with a
protein shake, odd lumps of slime amongst the think mixture. Certainly, there
is no real meat in the pouches, just artificial flavour. Thankfully it tastes
better than it looks, and is just siding on the good side of the edible-or-not
line.
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After eating Blaine heads back outside to start on the gardening. Although the
sun is out, the ground is still very damp and muddy from last nights storm.
Without any other option, Blaine had resigned himself to getting a little muddy
from kneeling. He didn’t anticipate quite how muddy he would get. Once
finished, he starts making his way back into the house, planning on getting a
quick shower before hunting out Sophia to help her with the remaining rooms.
“PET!” He freezes in his tracks, knowing exactly who it is. He turns around
slowly, spotting Hunter in the living room. “Come here boy.”
Blaine cautiously creeps into the room, very aware of his mess. He doesn’t
kneel, which causes a disapproving look from Hunter.
“You are a mess boy!”
“Sorry Master,” Blaine apologises, not truly meaning it. Hunter tuts upon
taking note of the mud.
“Quickly get clean then come see me,” he orders. Blaine disappears as fast as
possible, jumping in the cold shower just long enough to mostly clean himself
off mud, before shaking himself dry – not knowing where the towels are, or even
if he is allowed one – before returning to Hunter and kneeling at his feet
submissively.
“Good boy pet,” he praises, running a hand through Blaine’s wet and matted
hair. “I need you looking your best tomorrow. I will leave everything out for
you tonight, and there will be some clothes for you to wear in the morning.”
Blaine nods, understanding the seriousness of being given clothes, before
relaxing back into the gentle rhythm of Hunter’s hand through his hair. “I have
a very important meeting tomorrow and I’m taking you with me. It is certainly
in your best interests to behave.” Hunter adds with a sinister smile, sending a
shiver through Blaine’s spine. He nods uneasily as Hunter keeps stroking his
head. They stay sat like that for a while, Blaine almost purring from the
ministrations, relaxing into Hunter’s legs. Hunter chuckles. “Of course you’re
going to behave for me. You are such a good boy.” He pats Blaine’s back in an
up-you-get gesture. “Come on boy, enough lazing around. Go help slut get the
rest of the jobs done, and then you can go make yourself look pretty for me.”
Blaine gets up and heads off in search of Sophia, both working efficiently to
prepare Hunter’s dinner and get the kitchen cleaned in record time. Once
finished Sophia goes to service Hunter while Blaine makes his way upstairs and
into Sophia’s room.
On the floor next to the mattress is a pile of items. Taking a closer look he
spots shampoo, conditioner, hair gel, toothpaste and brush, as well as the
promised clothes and a bulb shaped object with a long spout.
Blaine picks it up and keeps turning it in his hands, trying to work out what
the object is, before abruptly throwing it on the floor. Blaine has no idea
what is happening tomorrow, but if he is expected to use a douche he knows he
isn’t going to enjoy it.
Chapter End Notes
     Hey! So, first of all i want to thank you for still coming back even
     though it has been so long since it was last updated. I am so so
     sorry, but i simply have not had time to do it. every time i would
     think; okay, after this assignment is handed in i will have time to
     work on my fic, only for my lectures to set me my next assignment.
     I also thought i would have more time to get a lot written over
     christmas, but turns out i havent had as much as i thought. Im hoping
     to get one more written before i go back in the middle of january,
     but i wouldnt hold my breath.
     i want to thank you all again for coming back to this fic after so
     long!
     I would really appreciate your comments and feedback. And i would
     love it if you leave a little message just to let me know if people
     are still reading
     i am not going to abandon this story, i am for to devoted to it. I
     have decided that if i do completely lose motivation (as i almost had
     before finally getting this chapter done), i will either post the
     notes of what was going to happen, so you get closure, or i will see
     if i can adopt the story out for someone else to write. But i do
     really enjoy writing it, so i currently am still planning on
     completely finishing it myself.
     And while i'm appologiseing for everything else, i also should
     appologies for not yet completing my 100 kudos celebration,
     delivering on my 200 kudos celebration, or coming up with a 300 kudos
     celebration. However with how much i am struggling with focusing on
     just updating this fic, i cant see getting a chance to finish my
     drabbles or write the oneshots for this verse. It will be done, but
     not for a while.
     As for 300 kudos; i honestly didnt think it would reach that many,
     and therefore i wouldnt have to worry about coming up with a
     celebration! But thankyou all for getting me that far. I can't
     believe i now have more comments/kudos/hits than the fic that
     origianlly inspired me to write in the first place! I cant fully
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***** Meeting *****
Chapter Summary
     So, here is the meeting you have been waiting for
     to remind you what has happened so far:
     Blaine is still on his punishment with hunter for disobeying orders
     at the sub house (specifically, jacob made him cum). Blaine had
     returned to the sub house for a lesson, and had a bit of a
     motivational talk from his friends. the next day blaine had been left
     at hunters house to help sophia with some of the chores since a lot
     needs doing (plus sophia is sore from her punishment).
     Blaine had been informed the hunter has a meeting, and blaine will be
     accompanying him.
Chapter Notes
     Sorry once again for the delay. life and all that! But it is a longer
     chapter then usual, so hopefully that makes up for it a little bit.
     This is currently unbeta'er'ed, so it is possible to change slightly.
     and apologises for any mistakes.
     And I want to thank every single one of you who keep coming back
     despite the long periods with no update! And i also want to thank all
     the new readers for taking a chance on my poorly written summary and
     getting this far through! We still have a very long way to go before
     the end, but after this chapter things are going to start moving
     faster.
     as always, if you have any oneshot prompts for this verse, anything
     you wish to know more about or hear from a different perspective, let
     me know!
After approximately two hours cramped in the trunk of Hunter’s car, Blaine’s
right leg having gone numb ten minutes into the trip, the engine finally
shudders to a stop. When the roof of the trunk starts to rise Blaine breathes a
sigh of relief, hoping this means he will finally be able to move and get the
blood following back into his leg.
“Come on pet,” Hunter motioned. Blaine scrambles out of the car before standing
head bowed and hands behind his back, all his weight on one leg to not risk the
possibility of the other giving out, gently wiggling his toes to try and regain
feeling without Hunter noticing. “Repeat to me the rules.” He orders.
“No talking. Obey all orders from anyone, as long as it doesn’t conflict with
yours. I should not draw attention to myself. I am not only representing you, I
am representing the OSO, so I must be on my best behaviour. I am still here to
serve you, don’t let anything that happens distract me for my main purpose.” He
answers to Hunter’s shoes, robotically repeating everything Hunter told him
this morning.
“Good boy,” Hunter praises, running his hands through Blaine’s hair the way he
has recently discovered he likes. “You are not a sub in training today, nor are
you a sub with me for punishment, you are just here to be serving me.” Blaine
nods in understanding. He isn’t meant to be anyone today, he is purely Hunter’s
helper. “Right, come on then, lets get this over and done with.” He starts
walking off before pausing and turning back to Blaine. “Brush yourself off,
your clothes are covered in filth.”
Blaine looks down at the navy polo shirt and grey pants Hunter gave him to wear
– along with the matching navy plimsols, - now slightly covered in dust and
fluff from Hunter’s car. He does his best to get rid of the worst of the lint
and dirt before briskly walking to catch up with Hunter, a slight limp from his
still half-dead leg. 
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They end up in a large room with an oblong table filling most of the space, a
few people scattered around it. Hunter takes a seat near the head of the table
after a quick greeting to those already there. Without prompting Blaine heads
under the table and kneels by Hunter’s feet, leaning against his legs.
“Good boy,” Hunter praises, stroking Blaine’s hair. He relaxes into the
constant touch, his mind drifting freely as the room slowly fills around him.
He doesn’t quite realise how little attention he had been paying until his is
broken out of his thoughts by the disappearance of Hunter’s legs, unsure how
much time had truly passed. Luckily Blaine is able to catch himself in time
before he falls, happy he managed to avoid drawing attention to himself.
Looking around from his view under the table Blaine can tell all the seats have
been occupied since he arrived. There are also a few other subs sat at their
owner’s feet, however none of them are leaning against their owner’s legs like
Blaine was with his Master. He reasons with himself that if it was an issue
Hunter would have corrected him, so doesn’t dwell on the matter.
“… and this is where I disagree.” Blaine is stopped in his analysis of the room
when he realizes the speaker is Hunter, who has stood up in his place. “The
subs all develop at their own rate. Some really don’t need a whole year of
training!”
“Hunter, I don’t understand your point. So what if some are more impressionable
than others; the studies that have been conducted show that for subs to get the
skills we need it takes a year,” someone disputes.
“And I believe those studies-“ Hunter starts before being interrupted.
“That’s not what you were saying?” Someone else objects.
“Hear me out!” Hunter raises his voice, clearly getting annoyed by the
interruptions. He takes a deep breath before continuing. “The average sub takes
that long. The majority do, from my experience. But take it from the person who
is overseeing every single sub we take in; not all of them do.”
“Ok. So the odd one learns quicker. I still don’t see what point you are trying
to make.”
“To save money we should accelerate some of them through the system. Why should
they be pulled through in months? Why don’t we speed up the training of those
we can?”
“How will that help?” Another voice asks.
“Because we will have less in the house at a time, so we can save on resources
and wages,” Hunter answers.
“Hunter, while I thank you for your input, I don’t think it’s viable. It would
mean each sub would need a personal structure, which in itself would counteract
what was being saved.” Hunter sighs, clearly the others were not quite on the
same page as him.
“By the end of today,” he starts, sitting down, “I will have persuaded you
otherwise.”
“We will see…” someone responds, moving on to the next topic. Blaine zones back
out of the discussion now Hunter is no longer involved, trying to reach his
drifty place again as he leans back on Hunter’s legs. However, without Hunter
stroking his hair he seems unable to quite reach his place of peace, so instead
starts coming up with wild scenarios for the previous lives of the other subs
with him. Before he comes up with a back story for the Adam Lambert look alike
he is interrupted by Hunter.
“Boy.” Blaine raises his head slightly to show he is listening, but without
making disrespectful eye contact. “Go fetch me a coffee,” he orders. Blaine
nods before crawling between two of the chairs blocking his exit from beneath
the table, careful to not touch either chair and disturb the Dom’s occupying
them. He leaves the room silently, panicking slightly when he realizes he has
no idea where to go or how to act. He walks down the corridor, hoping beyond
hope that eventually he will end up where he needs to be.
He turns down several corridors, increasingly regretting to not ask Hunter
where it is he should be going, when he has another moment of panic. He spots a
Domme coming his way, worried she is going to punish him because he has somehow
ended up out of bounds, however she passes by with nothing more than a quick
glance at his collar, as though the leather means he isn’t even worthy of a
moments thought.
Turning into the next corridor he spots a counter with large hot water tanks
on, along with mugs, saucers, and everything else he needs. He quickly makes a
coffee, no milk and two sugars as he has seen Sophia make it for hunter before,
grabbing an extra sugar packet and little milk pot in case he has got it wrong,
before making his way back to the meeting as quickly as he dares walk.
When he gets back to the room he silently places the coffee in front of Hunter,
making sure not to disturb anyone. He is about to start the tricky task of
making his way back under the table when a hand on his upper arm stops him.
“Stay standing,” Hunter commands. Blaine feels awkward and exposed standing
next to Hunter in a room full of Doms, but none of them seem to even notice
him.
Eventually he starts to relax once realizing no one is going to pay him any
attention, the discussion carrying on around him.
“Can I please draw your attention to my boy here,” Hunter points at him, making
Blaine tense up. “He makes it clear that we can change the training schedules.
We don’t need to teach them all the theory on how to behave before we sell
them, they need on the job training!”
“Look at me boy,” the guy at the head of the table commands. Blaine looks at
the guy’s chest, not meeting his eyes. They man hums in consideration. “How
long have you been in the system?” Blaine is a little shocked to have been
asked a direct question, and Hunter’s rule of not talking pops into his head.
“Well?” The man prompts. Blaine is hesitant but decides to answer.
“I was in holding for a week, and I am still in my first month of belonging to
the sub house.” Blaine discreetly looks at Hunter out of the corner of his
vision, trying to gage if he was correct in answering, however Hunter’s
expression gives nothing away.
“Interesting.” He turns to Hunter. “And how long has he been with you?”
“Just under a week now. It was part of his punishment,” he answers.
“Punishment for what?” The man asks, looking back at Blaine.
“An accumulation of disobeyed orders,” Hunter replies simply.
“So this boy has been in the system for about a month. Is with you for
disobeying. And in less than a week he is trusted to be seen in public with
you. You have my attention. What do you propose Mr. Clarington?” The man
inquires.
Before speaking, Hunter first points at Blaine to get his attention, before
redirecting his finger to the floor underneath the table. Blaine gets the
prompt and returns to his previous position on his knees underneath the table.
Once he has settled down, Hunter starts talking.
“I was thinking we could keep the start of the training how it is, as it is
certainly successful in breaking them down. And once it is broken we should
then move the individual on to the household maintenance training, and as soon
as that is completed we should ship them out. We could either sell them at that
lowered standard, or we could ‘adopt’ them out.”
“What do you mean by adoption?” Someone asks.
“Have people take them on for a month for free, and then return them for us to
sell. It’s possible we would have to train the people who adopt them to make
sure they provide the right training, or we would have to do extensive
background checks, but people would be willing to take them for free as it
means they get a sub without having to pay for it. Which would also mean there
would be half as many subs at the house, so would cut down on wages and
resources, plus the person who adopts the sub might decide they want to keep
it, meaning we have a really easy sale. And it may also increase the demand for
subs because more get brought without going up for auction, so we could get
away with inflating the prices. Although in the short run it may cost a little
more to get people trained to adopt the subs, in the long run we should make
more money.” Blaine really doesn’t like the sound of Hunter’s proposal.
“That certainly sounds a good idea. However won’t it reduce the price of subs
because it would eliminate the first owner prestige?” Blaine recognises the
voice of being the man at the head of the table.
“There is that possibility, however that benefit is non-existent as it is at
the moment. Everyone knows that the sub they buy isn’t brand new, that it has
already been used. Realistically, they would be ‘newer’ if they were to have
been adopted, because they would have been fucked by fewer people. We might
just have to do a little bit of marketing to persuade the public.”
“Stick a research team together to look into that. Mr. Johnson, is that
possible?” The head man asks.
“Should be if I only pull out a couple of people from a few different
departments,” someone answers.
“All sorted. Mr. Smythe, is there any other matters left to deal with?” The
head man asks. After a brief pause the man continues. “Good. Alright then
folks, meeting dismissed. Lets go get drunk! Hunter, we still ok to use yours?”
“Yup, though you will have to share rooms. How about all park at mine and drop
the subs off, then call a taxi?” Hunter proposes. After a murmuring of
agreement people start moving. “Come on pet,” Hunter whispers to Blaine. “You
have been a very good boy, don’t think I didn’t notice. I will remember that
later.” 
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Blaine had been dropped off back at Hunter’s with the other subs from the
meeting, with strict instructions to clean the living room and set up some
extra bed space in the meeting rooms. Sophia took charge of directing everyone
to get the job done as quickly as possible, sending Blaine and two others to
get the meeting rooms set up, leaving herself and the remaining subs working
efficiently to tidy up the living room.
When the Doms return several hours later everything is completed and all seven
subs are patiently waiting on their knees in the foyer. Blaine had taken of his
shoes but remained clothed, following the lead of the other subs. However, he
feels less optimistic when he realizes just how drunk all the returning Doms
are, cornered about how this may affect his safety.
Most of them stumble their way through to the living room with no problems, a
few of them ordering their subs over with them. Hunter doesn’t so much look at
Blaine or Sophia, absorbed in his own overly loud discussion with a woman from
the meeting.
“I don’t get,” the woman almost shouts, spilling wine from the bottle in her
hand, “why you don’t get yourself a nice little girl or guy to settle down
with!”
“Imm nott GAY!” Hunter slurs.
“What about the sub you had earlier?” She exclaims.
“Don’t count. It’s a sub!” He argues.
“But surely, sex with a human is better than a toy?” Blaine can hear the frown
in her voice, even though they have just disappeared into the living room out
of view.
“Won’t ben-end over an’ take it like a sub!” He hiccups. Blaine frowns at that.
Of course they won’t, if a Dom did half of what they do to subs to another free
person they would end up with their backsides dumped in jail! 
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The party is in full swing, but Blaine just wishes he could go to bed.
Thankfully he hasn’t been required to do anything other than remaining in the
foyer and sitting pretty. A few of his fellow subs have been called away for
acts Blaine is trying to pretend didn’t happen, silently returning twenty or so
minutes later. Blaine kneels in silence, all attempts to talk to his
neighbouring subs had been shot down after a few warning glares.
“Well hello there. You all lined up nice and pretty for my picking,” starts a
voice he vaguely remembers from the meeting. “You are particularly of interest
to me,” the man taunts, getting in Blaine’s face. The man’s breath stinks of
alcohol. “My son keeps asking me to get him a sub of his own, and you are
certainly his type.” He loops a finger through the d-ring of Blaine’s collar,
pulling him up off his knees. “My type too. I wouldn’t mind getting you for
Sebastian, we could share!” Blaine shudders. The man looks over his shoulders
and upon seeing no one he pulls Blaine all the way to his feet, almost
strangling him.
“Oi! Barry!” Blaine hears someone shout, having just entered the room. “He aint
yours!”
“Not yet,” the man – Barry? - replies. “Hunter let me borrow him!”
“If he shared his subs I would’ve had the girl ages ago!”
“Yes well, this one isn’t technically his!” Barry responds smugly. Surely it
isn’t true, Hunter wouldn’t have lent him out just like this?
“I’m going to find Hunter!” The person says before disappearing.
“Shit!” Barry curses. “Come on. We need to go quick!” He says, already harshly
pulling Blaine up the stairs. Blaine tries to fight, but the man’s grip is
unforgiving, and the more he fights the more he struggles for breath, the
collar restricting his airway.
He is dragged to one of the guest rooms on the first floor, pushed in the
direction of the bed as Barry turns and locks the door behind them. Blaine
falls to the floor when the momentum from the push runs out. He takes in big
lung-fulls of breaths, the collar no longer being as restrictive.
“Strip!” Blaine turns around to look at him dubiously. “Lower your eyes slave!
Hunter said you were well trained!” Blaine looks at the locked door,
contemplating escape. Barry advances on him, grabbing his collar and completely
lifting him off the floor. “Strip!” He orders again.
“N-no,” Blaine whimpers.
“Y-yes!” Barry mocks, walking forwards until Blaine is sandwiched against the
bed. “I’m going to be nice to you by asking a third and final time, and if you
don’t nice Mr. Smythe is going to disappear. Strip!” Blaine shakes his head no,
but say anything. “Fine!”
Barry grabs the base of Blaine’s polo shirt, pulling it up with one hard tug.
Blaine is left disorientated as the top is left half on, trapping his arms
above his face and blocking his vision. He tries to fight it back down to cover
himself, but Barry has got a strong grip on the bunched-up fabric above him.
Instead Blaine drops down, pulling the shirt completely of and freeing himself
from Barry’s hold. He tries to take advantage of the slight upper hand he now
has by pushing past the slightly confused man and trying to make it to the
door. However Barry recovers from the small hiccup much faster than Blaine
anticipated, spinning round and catching him just before he is able to unlock
the door. He pushes all his weight into Blaine’s back, completely trapping him
against the door, unable to move an inch.
“Doing it this way are we slave? I can play dirty too,” he almost cackles,
collecting Blaine’s wrists and securely holding them both in one of his large
hands. 
Blaine is spun round and lead back to the bed, were he is forced down on his
stomach. The man then uses his spare hand to repeatedly hit Blaine’s ass.
Despite the layer of clothing between him and the man’s hand, Blaine starts
struggling to fight the man off, the painful hits taking all his focus.
“That’s it baby. Cry it all out,” the man coons once he realizes Blaine’s
resistance is starting to fall. Blaine didn’t realize he had started crying.
Eventually he stops squirming in the man’s hold, having used up most of his
energy. “Good boy,” he praises, the intensity of the hits lessoning.
When the man feels Blaine completely give in, his muscles untensing slightly,
the hits finally draw to a stop.
“Now, wouldn’t that have been easier to just behave in the first place hey?” He
patronises. The man lets go off him, but before Blaine can get his thoughts in
order to even begin considering moving the man had returned. “Now, since you’ve
already proven you can’t be trusted, we are going to do this my way. Hands
towards the headboard,” he instructs. Blaine is reluctant to do so, and pauses
long enough for the man to apply another smack to his tender backside as a
warning, but eventually he lifts his hands, surrendering to the man he has no
way of beating. Blaine hopes that if he is simply compliant from now on, Barry
will not see any more reason to hurt him further.
Blaine feels the man straddle him in order to reach his wrists, refusing to
open his eyes to witness exactly what is happening.
“Shuffle up a bit,” Barry orders, Blaine doing so without complaint. He hears
the clink of his wrist cuffs as Barry links them together through the slats in
the headboard, leaving him bound to the bed. All fight leaving Blaine as the
extent of his helplessness truely kicks in. Barry shuffles down Blaine’s body,
pulling Blaine’s lose fitting pants with him. Blaine lifts his legs slightly to
aid the man, hoping he will go gentler if Blaine shows he understands his
place.
“That’s a good boy,” Barry praises. “Are your lessons starting to come back to
you at last? You remembering that this body no longer belongs to you?”
“It belongs to my master,” Blaine starts, finding the last bit of fight within
him. “You are not my master. No one is. I have not yet been bought, so I still
have ownership of myself.”
Barry slaps his reddened ass.
“Oh but I disagree! You see, the OSO own you. They are providing you with food,
shelter, and are even educating you. Therefore it can be said that you are
paying for this care by handing over your body to them. The OSO owns you.
However the OSO is not an individual person, and instead are a collection of
staff, off which I am one. I have as much right to you as Hunter does. And if
he can use the subs in his care, then so can I!” During his speech, Barry had
undone his belt and pulled down his flies. Just as he is about to pull his cock
free there is a knock on the door.
“I know you are in there you ass!” Calls the voice at the door. Barry lunges
forwards and places his hand over Blaine’s mouth, preventing any noise.  “Barry
Smythe, open this door!”
“Shhh,” Barry whispers.
“I am not above breaking the doors in my own home!” Hunter shouts in warning.
“Shit,” Barry mutters under his breath. “No screaming,” he whispers, moving
back down the bed but his hand remaining over Blaine’s mouth as the other works
on lining up his cock with Blaine’s unprepared hole.
Blaine starts whimpering, wishing he could be anywhere else, hoping Hunter
makes good on his promise of breaking the door.
“Shut it, slut!” Barry hisses, slapping Blaine’s backside loud enough to be
heard outside the room. Blaine soundlessly screams, any noise managing to
escape being muffled by the hand still round his mouth. Blaine feels a blunt
force against his hole and tenses up, trying to block it out. As Barry starts
to push in, stretching the reluctant muscle, there is a loud commotion outside
the door. This seems to hurry Barry, his cock becoming more insistent against
Blaine’s fighting hole.
“Please,” Blaine cries. Please make it stop.
“That right boy!” Barry sneers, misunderstanding his plea. “You know you want
it rea-.” He is interrupted by a loud crack, the wooden door splinter.
“I am going to kill you Barry!” Hunter shouts, the angriest Blaine has ever
seen heard him.
“Fuck you Hunter!” Barry snarls, quickly getting up and running out of the
room, pulling his pants up as he goes.
“Shit!” Hunter exclaims, having not been quick enough to chase the man down.
“Oh pet!” He frowns, walking over and stroking Blaine’s hair. “Let’s sort ya
out.” Blaine whines as Hunter leaves his side, worrying Hunter’s absence may
result in the return of Barry. “It’s okay pet, I’ll be bac’ in a mo’,” Hunter
slurs, still heavily intoxicated. “Come here,” he requests once he has released
Blaine’s cuffs, arms open in invitation.
Blaine crawls into Hunter’s embrace, taking comfort in smell that has become
familiar in the last week, relaxing into the rhythmic stroking of Hunter’s
fingers through his hair. He cries freely, unconcerned for sub etiquette, not
caring how he must look.
“Come on, we gonna retire for the night. Wait for me in my room, I be there
soon.” Blaine nods, trying to hide his anxiety over the short walk. Hunter
disappears, Blaine listening as he makes his way down the stairs. He quickly
runs through to Hunter’s room, hoping he will feel more at ease in the private
space opposed to the guest rooms available to anyone.
Hunter joins him only a few moments later with Sophia on tow. Blaine looks up
from his position kneeling next to the bed.
“Good boy,” Hunter praises, walking up to Blaine and once again running his
fingers through Blaine’s hair. He sits on the edge of the bed, still able to
reach Blaine. Sophia comes and kneels next to him, putting a supportive hand on
his lap.
“I’m sorry about tonight,” Hunter starts, the seriousness of the situation
having sobered him up slighty however still gesturing in an overdramatic way.
“Unfortunately its fairly normal to guests to use any available sub at a party.
Most people wont mind; I am in a minority of people who don’t like to share
their pro’erty. Even though Barry is aware of that fact it appears it di’nt
stop him tonight. Hows you feeling now?”
“Shaken up, Sir,” Blaine replies honestly.
“That’s good.” Blaine looks at Hunter in question. How could that be good?
“These things do happen to subs, and eventually your training will help you
deal with it - decentreertrate yourself almost, or whatever it’s called. It
shouldn’t happen – I think using someone else’s sub should be counted as
steeling! – however it does, so its only something we can try and prepare you
for. However you are still new to this, so for it to have only shaken you a
little is a good thing.” He pats Blaine’s back. “I want you to go to bed – both
of you – and try to destress and relax. Before you go though, I am going to
give you a little reward for how you dealt today.” Hunter gets off the bed and
walks to one of his cupboards, opening a draw and pulling out a set of keys. He
sorts through them as he returns to the bed.
“Stand up pet,” he commands. Blaine is rewarded with Hunter sliding a key into
the lock of his cock cage. A gentle click and the lock is undone, Hunter
carefully removing the pieces. “Good boy. Tomorrow you are returnin’ to the sub
house; your time served with me will be over,” Hunter smiles almost sadly. “I
hope you have learnt your lesson for disobeying, and picked up a few extra
lessons and tips as well. Sophia, I don’t want you to wake me in the morning, I
will fetch you.” He stands, slightly unbalanced on his feet. “I’m going to lock
you both in your room, but I want to be clear it is not a punishment, it is for
your safety. Barry, or anyone else for that matter, will be unable to get to
you. You are both now off duty for the night.”
Hunter follows them to Sophia’s room, locking the door as promised.
“I’m sorry Blaine,” Sophia apologies.
“What for? It wasn’t your fault.” Sophia sits on the mattress, patting the
space next to her in offering. Blaine joins her.
“I know. But I’m sorry you had to suffer it. I’m sorry you have been brought
into this system. And I’m sorry I was so harsh on you. You are a lovely lad,
and don’t deserve to be treated this way. You are too honest in yourself to be
suspected to the life of subs.”
For the first night since being with Hunter, Blaine drifts off to sleep feeling
like Sophia has become a friend.
***** September auctions *****
Chapter Summary
     Shorter chapter than the last few, but still longer than my average
     one. im trying to get the story moving on again, so there is a bit of
     a time jump of a couple of weeks, covered in a few paragraphs. i dont
     think i have done a time jump like this before, so appologies if it
     is a bit confusing
     Currently un-beta'ed, so it may change slightly. I apologise for any
     spelling mistakes or british'isms.
     Its not my best chapter, but its an update.
     Sort of interesting side note: Its almost been a year since i started
     this fic! I want to thank every single one of you who have stuck with
     me for that long! And I also want to thank all the new readers who
     have started reading dispite seeing its been a wip for a year!
     Im hoping to have more regular updates soon, as my last essay of the
     year is due in two weeks (although i still have assignments, but
     maths doesnt take me as long to complete as 3000 words of an
     education studies essay). I make no promises, but i have my fingers
     crossed
     im rambling now as i am delaying posting it as im not that happy with
     the chapter. but it is an update, so lets focus on that rather than
     how unhappy i am with it
Blaine settles back into the rhythm of the sub house much quicker than he
expected to. Jacob continuously attempts to apologise; however Blaine ignores
him at every instance, which isn’t as hard as he expected. Most the time they
are under the watch of the guards, not allowing Jacob an opportunity to talk to
Blaine anyway, and in the few moments of privacy they are allowed in the
evenings Blaine is always quick to wash before taking himself to his cage,
ignoring everyone else. To begin with Nick kept trying to coax Blaine into a
conversation with their little friendship group, but eventually he decided to
give up.
Blaine is the perfect image of a submissive, subconsciously picking up on a lot
of what is expected off a sub during his week with Hunter. He finds the lessons
incredibly easy, as though they are being incredibly oversimplified. However
despite feeling as though he has gone back several steps, the lessons covering
things like the poses and expectations he had been quickly taught by Sophia, he
struggles managing the day to day routine. He feels lost without the constant
presence of Hunter, unsafe as though someone could jump on him at any moment
and he wouldn’t have anyone to back him up. Logically, Blaine knows Hunter
isn’t any better than the guards, but he can’t persuade his subconscious of the
same thing. The guards don’t provide the strict expectations he was given by
Hunter, he is constantly on edge that he will overstep an unknown line.
Everyone in his group seems to still be relatively independent, many acting out
and getting into trouble because they disagree with an instruction. Between his
return to the sub house and the second auctions Blaine is the only one to have
not been whipped or tasered. He was even asked to greet the new month’s intake
of subs upon their arrival in the hopes of calming them while they were waiting
to be taken to the room Blaine still has nightmares about, where he first
started to understand what his new status would mostly consist of. Occasionally
he had been told off, however they were over minor things which the guards
obviously must have decided were honest mistakes down to his lack of
experience, and were not serious enough to require physical punishment.
The morning of the September auctions started off almost exactly the same as
last month. It’s the first time he has seen Slapper since being back at the
house, but from the glare he receives there was no doubting she remembered him
and Nick from last time. They all climb out of their individual cages - the
entrance of two guards having become an unspoken signal - standing with their
head lowered and eyes averted, right hand clasping onto the left wrist behind
their backs; the pose to show they are awaiting orders.
Slapper inspects each sub in turn, making sure they are all presentable before
offering them each a mint, the second guard following Slapper and watching what
she does. He feels uncomfortable when Slapper’s attention is on him, hands
running through his hair and over his body and manovering him in the way she
wants before holding a mint in front of him to take. Blaine idly wonders if
they will ever be given tooth brushes, or if their teeth are just expected to
be fine without. For all Blaine knows and understands, maybe Doms’ like their
subs to have a dirty breath, but he reasons it’s more likely a reward they are
yet to earn. He is broken out of his thoughts by a ‘tut’. Without moving his
head he raises his eyes, seeing Slapper inspecting the back of one of the less
well behaved subs, still red from his flogging yesterday.
“Fucking idiots,” she mutters to herself, before turning to the second guard.
“It should be common sense, but apparently not. You don’t punish a sub in a way
that will leave marks on auction day, it looks bad on us.” She pulls an
unmarked pot out of her back pocket, opening it and using her finger to spread
the cream over the subs back. Blaine can’t quite tell what it is, however it
appears to be slightly tinted in a way which starts to mask some of the
redness. Maybe it is some kind of foundation? Once finished she continues her
way round the remaining subs before speaking.
“Rules are the same as last time, but hopefully you will be better at following
them this time.” Slapper addresses the subs. Blaine avoids her gaze but is sure
he can feel her looking at him – and probably at nick too. “Don’t talk. Do as
asked. Behave in general. There are twelve graduating subs and forty-one
returned subs for sale, so it’s a relatively long one and means a lot of
visitors. Doors are opening in about twenty minutes, so you just have enough
time to get settled. You are dismissed.” With that everyone starts to orderly
file out of the room, making their own way down to the auction rooms.
When they reach the room a guard meets them, directing them to the second
‘pen’. Knowing what is expected each sub kneels next to a pile of chains
attached to the floor. Blaine ends up sandwiched between two subs he hasn’t
bothered getting to know, Nick Tina and Brittany the opposite side of the pen.
The guard makes his way round, connecting the end of the chain to their
collars. Once finished the guard stands at the entrance to the pen.
The morning starts even slower than last month, no one looking at them. They
are too far away from being sold to be worth too much interest, and a lot of
people had already viewed them from last month. By the time they start getting
the first visitors Blaine can tell the kneeling is becoming painful for some of
the subs if their fidgeting is anything to go by.
When mid-day comes around, some of the older returned subs bringing them a
drink and releasing them in batches to go to the toilet, Blaine’s cubical is
yet to have a visitor take interest in any off them, most of them quickly
considering the pen before moving on. Even though during the lunch break there
are no guards watching them, Blaine still stays in the correct submissive
kneeling position, knowing it is what is expected of a sub.
They are a lot busier in the afternoon, a lot of people not turning up until
just before the free lunch to save hanging around all day. The visitors ask
various subs to stand or kneel up, poking and prodding them under the premise
of an inspection. However, after the fifth person manhandles his man hood
Blaine is pretty sure they are just enjoying fondling with loads of dicks,
although he still makes no attempt to ward off the sixth.
Blaine is the only sub who acts indifferent to every touch. Most of the subs
around him flinch away from the numerous hands, their faces showing slight
unease each time a Dom’s gaze is focused on them. When someone put their finger
in Jacob’s mouth he decided to bite it, which earnt him a serve slap from the
owner of the finger before a guard interrupted, asking the Dom what had
happened before apologising on Jacobs behalf. He talks into his radio and
shortly after another guard appears with a ring gag, fighting to get Jacob to
put it on before, as expected, finally winning and strapping it on behind his
head. Blaine watches as Jacob stares daggers into the guard’s back, before the
original guard notices and punishes Jacob with a small electric shock, Jacob
dropping his eyes to the floor once more.
Although Blaine does manage to keep an indifferent exterior, he has to keep
reminding himself that he is safe here, there isn’t going to a reoccurrence of
the Barry event as he has decided to call it. The guards here will put a stop
to anything they disagree with, and if the guards don’t interfere then it must
be fine for the Dom to continue whatever they are doing. If he behaves he will
be safe.
He stops believing his mantra when he recognises the voice of his next visitor.
“This is the one I was talking about,” Barry points out to his companion. The
second person, a boy not much older than himself, squats down into view,
putting a finger under his chin to lift his head. Blaine keeps his eyes
averted.
“It is very pretty, Father,” the boy comments as he stands back up. “Look at
me,” he orders, Blaine lifting his head on command, his eyes only going as far
as the boys’ chest.
“What do you think to the idea of having it like this all the time Sebastian,
begging for you?” Barry envisions, hands on the boy’s shoulders.
“Wow,” the boy – Sebastian – exclaims, the mental image obviously affecting
him.
“He will be up for sale a couple of months before your 18th birthday.” Doing
the mental maths, Blaine decides this boy must be in the same school year as
him, but one of the older ones in his year.
“You are going to get me a slave for my birthday!” Sebastian almost shouts,
turning to Barry. Blaine assumes Barry must nod in agreement because the boy
continues, “Everyone will be so jealous!”
“Don’t go rubbing it in this year though. You need to make a good impression at
the new school. If you go around telling everyone that your Father is getting
you a slave for your birthday you may make a few enemies. Plus, as many strings
as I will be able to pull, I know there are several people at the office with
their eyes on this one so it may not be possible. But I wanted to check you
liked it before I spent loads of effort trying to arrange it.”
“Oh I defiantly like it,” Sebastian smirks. “Stand up,” he commands as Barry
continues talking.
“I’m glad. I like it too. You do realise you will have to share it with me and
your Mother.” Sebastian makes an objecting groan, but doesn’t argue. “You can
take it to school with you but when you are home he will serve the whole house,
not just you.”
“But you have Jackson!” Sebastian comments, turning his attention to his Dad.
“At the moment. But he is becoming embarrassingly old, so we will be putting
him down within the year, and we can’t afford to buy this one and replace
Jackson. It’s the conditions to have him. Plus, you are going to a boarding
school, you won’t be home that often.” A shiver runs down Blaine’s spin at the
realization an innocent sub will be killed just because he is getting old.
“Okay,” he reluctantly agrees, his attention back on Blaine. Sebastian runs his
hands all over Blaine’s body, covering almost every inch. He turns Blaine
round, moulding his ass and running his hands down his thighs. “Give me your
leg,” he orders, Blaine lifting up his leg and trying incredibly hard to not
fall over. Sebastian keeps pulling his leg about, seeming to be trying to make
Blaine unbalanced. He is grateful he has good balance from the sport he used to
do, because finally Sebastian gives in and drops his foot. He turns Blaine back
round, lift his chin once again to look closely at Blaine’s face, making him
feel like he is a piece of meat.
“Final thoughts?” Barry asks. Sebastian uses his thumb to pull on Blaine’s
bottom lip, opening his mouth in the process. He sticks two finger in Blaine’s
mouth, and Blaine has to fight to stay still and not react.
“I think he will be perfect,” Sebastian states.
With that the two leave, allowing Blaine to kneel once again. He takes a deep
breath and tries to collect himself. It’s alright. He has eleven months until
he is up for sale. He has eleven month to learn how to become completely
submissive. He has eleven months for the Smythes to change their mind and
decide against getting him. Plus, Hunter wants him. Hunter will have more power
to pull strings to buy him. He will belong to Hunter, not Barry. 
He is broken out of his thoughts by another hand touching his head. He glances
up to see it is Hunter, and instantly feels safer.
“Hey pet,” he strokes Blaine’s head. “Just wanted to check up on you. It’s been
a busy last few weeks!” Blaine almost sighs into the ministrations, but
remembers that he is surrounded by the other subs in his group, managing to
catch and stop himself at the last moment. Hunter chuckles, seeming to know
what Blaine was thinking. “Good boy. I’ve been hearing only good things about
you, I’m proud of you pet. How have you settled back into the rhythm?” Knowing
it’s not a rhetorical question Blaine thinks carefully about his answer.
“I’ve managed Master, but it has been hard.”
“How so?” Hunter questions, sounding as though he is actually interested in the
answer.
“It’s different Master. I feel a bit lost,” Blaine responds honestly. “And I
miss you,” he adds in almost a whisper, hoping the other subs around him won’t
have heard. Hunter chuckles.
“I’ve missed getting to look at you every day too,” Hunter smiles. “I’ve got an
auction to run, but I wanted to check on you first. Keep up the good behaviour
pet,” he says before leaving.
The rest of the auction day passes with ease, even when they were visited by
the angry and verging on abusive visitors who had lost at the auction, Blaine
still basking in the praise from his Master.
***** Computer Programming and Puzzles *****
Chapter Summary
     I had this chapter written, but had forgotten about it!!!!!
     Its very short, (about 1/2 or 1/3 of my normal length), and not much
     happens (i worry it is a bit to descriptive). However im hoping to
     spend a bit of time writing today so that the next chapter is up
     within a week. i wouldnt blame you if you wait to read this and the
     next one together
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The following day they are greeted by Hunter when they arrive at the day’s
classroom, having been told the room number by the guard who unlocked the cell
a few moments earlier. They all file in and take their positions at one on the
bench like tables, facing the projector at the front of the room. Blaine can
tell they are in store for another PowerPoint presentation. Hunter starts
talking once everyone is kneeled.
“I would like to congratulate you all on surviving your first month relatively
unharmed,” his eyes lingering on the boy with the whip marks from yesterday.
“Today is the start of your next stage of training. You have gone through all
the introductory sessions, and you will now be expected to act appropriately to
your status. No more leeway because you are ‘new’. You are no longer the
newbies to the house. We are aware that you will most likely still make
mistakes unintentionally, however we will not be taking it into account when
deciding on punishments. It is the best way to prepare you for your future.
“From now on, you will also be taking lessons that cover basic handyman skills
and repairs. Although most people will hire a professional for large jobs, it
is your job to have a basic understanding of repairs so you are able to help
your Master run the household. You will attend lessons on plumbing, electric
repairs, cooking, and decorating, as well as one or two additional lessons to
boost your knowledge on cleaning, managing bills and paperwork, gardening and
other things of the like. All of which will increase your ability to serve your
Master or Mistress. You are more than just a toy for your Master’s enjoyment.
You are there to serve their every need, whatever that may be. You are your
Master’s slave.”
Blaine inwardly chuckles at that. How many times do they need to be reminded
that they are a slave? He might start keeping count. He doesn’t need to be
constantly reminded, he is pretty sure he understands the idea. However it is
reassuring it sounds as though he won’t just be being fucked or standing pretty
all the time; that he will get a break and be able to be useful. And it’s also
good to realize he isn’t expected to just know how to do everything straight
away, and he will be taught how to – hopefully – complete the tasks safely and
properly.
“You are also lucky enough to be the third intake month to be allowed to pick a
hobby to study,” Hunter continues, changing onto yet another slide. “This is a
new stage we are adding in the hope that having an additional luxuryskill in
your repertoire will also increase your value, whilst showing you some benefits
to your new life.
“Because it is still in its trial period, there are not many of these societies
set up. Therefore I want you to think carefully over your break and I want to
hear what hobby you wish to take up by the end of the day. If it is already set
up from the last two months you will be allowed to join straight away. If it is
a new idea it will be noted and taken to the board for consideration.
“You all have the power to influence the future of training and the subs
following in your footsteps. I hope you realize how lucky you all are, and take
it very seriously. These hobbies are rewards, and if you do not take your
chosen trade seriously or act out, there will be the same repercussions as with
any of the standard lessons. Understood?” There is a collective nod. Everyone
excited by the prospect of being given back a little control over their lives
for a short amount of time. “You will stop practicing your chosen additional
skill in eight months time. This is to allow you to solely focus on your last
few lessons, ensuring by the time you are put up for auction you are the high
standard submissive we expect off you.”
They remain in the room for another hour or so, a guard having replaced Hunter
as the ‘teacher’, going over the sort of things they will be covering and how
they are expected to use the knowledge they gain.
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After collecting lunch – some sort of porridge mixed with the supplements that
are sometimes added to their food – Blaine goes to sit with Nick and the two
girls. Since being back at the house it is the first time he hasn’t sat on his
own at lunch, trying to avoid everyone. Nick’s face seems to almost light up
when he realizes Blaine has decided to sit with them, however Blaine is
thankful that he doesn’t mention it.
Blaine doesn’t talk to any of the others, instead keeping his head down while
he slowly eats his meal. He listens to the others quietly brainstorming ideas
for what they could choose, silencing every time a guard passes close enough to
be within hearing range of them.
“What about computer programming?” Nick asks, Blaine having lost count how many
suggestions he had come up with so far.
“As if they would allow that!” Tina argues. “No way would they allow us the
opportunity to come up with an escape.”
“Maybe I wouldn’t do that.” Without looking up, Blaine knows the girls will be
looking at him with disbelieving ‘as if’ expressions. “Okay, maybe I would.”
“I think I would enjoy drawing,” Britt comments dismissively. “Or doing
puzzles.”
“Why would they let you do puzzles? That’s not a skill they could market,” Nick
huffs.
“Maybe an old lady will want me to help her solve her puzzles!” Reasons Britt.
“I’m pretty sure I’ve narrowed it down to two things now,” Tina concludes. “I
either want to sing, or design and make clothes.”
“I miss singing. But I don’t want them to be able to take something I enjoy and
use it as another way to control me,” hissed Nick, his voice rising slightly,
unknowing catching the attention of a guard. “That’s all they are doing this
for, don’t be so naive to think otherwise! They are giving us an illusion of a
choice, only to find a way to throw it back in our faces later. They wouldn’t
do it to be nice to us, so what other reason could it be? I don’t believe the
bullshit Mr. Boss spat out at us. It’s just another way to try and manipulate
us into doing what they-”
“It’s their way of training us to keep us safe in the world,” Blaine whispers,
so quiet he is surprised Nick heard him and stopped his rant. Before Blaine can
explain further, or Nick can argue back, they all notice the presence of
someone else.
“You have a lot to say for yourself,” a guard sneers, roughly grabbing Nick’s
hair and pulling his head down, exposing the numbers of his brand. “9103,” he
says, before letting go of Nick’s hair to drag him up by the collar. “Come with
me,” he orders as though Nick has a chance to disobey.
Britt, Tina and Blaine all remain silent for the rest of their lunch break.
Chapter End Notes
     as always, i want to thank everyone for your support. its been over a
     year since i started writing this, so if you are still with me i am
     so grateful!
     in two months uni will have finished until the start of october, so
     hopefully i can get it mostly finished in that time
     (thats the plan, but i sort of doubt it)
***** Song Birds *****
Chapter Summary
     Long time no see!!!
     hey guys. sorry for the delay... i need to stop promising a chapter
     will be up by a certain time as it just never happens with me!
     but you probably all know that by now anyway
     For those of you who have forgotten what this fic is that you
     subscribed to ages ago (i often do when fics are slow to update):
     blaine is a sub, which is essentually a slave. he is currently being
     trained to be the best sub at a 'sub house' with nick brittany and
     tina. trent and jeff have a plan to try and save nick and jeff, but
     blaine doubts it will work. hopefully that jogs a memory.
     to recap what has happened in the last few chapters: blaine is back
     from his stay with hunter. sebastians dad has shown blaine to
     sebastian and promised to try and buy him. all of the subs in blaines
     month have just been told they are allowed a hobby and they are
     discussing what they should each do. Nick was caught bad mouthing the
     oso and Hunter, and has been dragged of to be punished. this chapter
     picks up three weeks after the last
     got a bit of angst creeping back in for this chapter.
     (also, warning for a lot of rambling in the begining and end chapter
     notes)
Chapter Notes
     There are songs in this chapter. personally i hate reading song
     lyrics, so have done it in a way that you can listen to the song if
     you want, but if you arent interested you can read it anyway.
     all you really need to know about the songs is that each was picked
     because they have lyrics that could be done in a way suitable for the
     subs in this au to sing to a dom (lets not ask how long i spent
     searching for songs that would work and where not on glee... im not a
     naturally musical person - well, unless you mean stage musicals)
      
     and i want to thank saferion for helping me get this chapter sorted!
     you are a star for putting up with all my late night ramblings!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“Right, clap, bounce, sweep the floor, rainbow, and turn. No no no no no! You
are doing it all wrong! It’s simple!” Rachel ordered, getting frustrated. Three
weeks into rehearsals the group had yet to learn the dance routine to their new
song, and everyone was starting to become slightly short-tempered, causing
several arguments that the supervising guards would have to break up, and
resulting in more than a few punishments for individuals and the whole group.
It took a week before everyone was allowed to start their selected hobbies.
Blaine and Brittany had chosen singing while Tina had opted to go with fashion.
He and Brittany were not the only people of their month to decide on singing.
One of the members of the choir was a girl from Blaine’s group who he hadn’t
spoken to before. In the couple of weeks that they had been singing, Brittany
had quickly become friends with her – apparently, the girl’s name was Lucy – as
well as starting to get to know the older submissives of the group.
Blaine kept mostly to himself, only talking when his opinion was needed and
letting Brittany make up for his lack of enthusiasm. He was also very reserved
while performing, unsure how he should behave in accordance to his status. The
group was always overseen by at least two guards (although rarely more),
however Blaine couldn’t really work out why they were there. They seemed to
rarely step in, leaving them mostly to their own devices so long as they were
focused on some form of singing and dancing, or the planning of a song.
Blaine found this sudden freedom from authority unsettling. It went against his
previous expectations of how a sub was ought to behave. However, none of the
other subs seemed be affected by the lack of intervention. Maybe his time with
Hunter taught him some things that everyone else was yet to learn? Blaine
catches himself, realizing it’s not his place to be speculating, so he discards
the thought as quickly as it came.
He concludes that the choir must be their chance to relax and let off a bit of
steam, where a few non-submissive traits are allowed, however he struggles to
work out how. The main reason the guards appeared to be supervising them was to
step in when the heated discussions between the group became too loud to be
appropriate of their status as subs, and to ensure they were sticking to their
strict list of allowed songs. Despite being fairly confident in his
understanding of what was and wasn’t allowed, Blaine kept mostly quiet in
attempt to go unnoticed by the guards, and tried to position himself out of the
way during a routine.
As Brittany and Rachel start up yet another discussion on how to simplify the
dance moves so all eleven members of the group could manage, Blaine’s eyes
drift to the back wall where Nick is tied up. Along with a beating, another
part of his punishment was being banned from taking part in the hobby sessions.
However, to make it worse for Nick, he was forced to watch Blaine practice with
the show choir; The Song Birds. Blaine finds it kind of ironic that he went
from performing for the Warblers, a bird recognised by its elegant song voice,
to becoming a bird that makes a noise. It almost mirrors his personal
transition from an elite boarding school to, well, whatever this is now.
Their choir session is at the end of the day, and Blaine is grateful for that
for two reasons. First, what he thought would just be a simple group of people
standing and singing, turned out to be a full show choir workout, leaving him
sweating and exhausted after each session. It didn’t help that the self-elected
leader, Rachel, was mentally tiring to put up with as well. She was probably
the most common cause for one of the guards to step in. They regularly they had
to remind Rachel that although it is accepted that she is in charge, she still
needs to remember her training and not be too bossy. However, Blaine was yet to
see the girl get punished for her behavior, seeming they truly meant for the
activity to be more of a down-time for them. The second reason he is glad the
choir is at the end of the day is, that despite all the downfalls, he really
enjoys it. It gave him something to look forwards to during the morning
lessons. No matter what they day threw at him, he would have The Song Birds
later on.
Overall he used these daily sessions as his opportunity to forget about
everything important for an hour, simply focusing on the music.
Today’s session had been intense. They had finally finished learning the lyrics
to Baby,_I’m_yours, swapping the word Baby for Master at Hunter’s request, and
were now solely focusing on the choreography. They needed to perfect the
routine within about a week, having been told they would perform to open the
auctions.
Brittany naturally took the lead in the dance, unquestionably being the best
dancer of the group. Blaine had been really impressed while watching her do the
moves to the first bit of the song, until he realized that he was supposed to
replicate them. Her moves were on the same level to that of a professional
dancer, a level which the simple swaying steps of the Warbler’s routines had
not prepared him for.
By the end of the session, Brittany was still the only one able to do the
majority of the dance moves. But they had time to practice and learn.
“Thank you Brittany, for offering your help with dancing,” Rachel says,
starting her speech that signifies the end of practice. “However, it is clear
this little club isn’t quite up to our level in dancing.” Blaine fights back a
scoff, knowing Rachel probably struggled most out of the group. Blaine quickly
learnt that the choir’s lead singer didn’t like to be overshadowed by anybody,
and he has no idea how she has managed to keep her attitude throughout her
three months at the house. “I want you to make a simplified version, so our
less talented members can keep up.” Blaine hears movement from near the door;
one of the guards standing up in warning. Rachel must recognize the threat as
well, as she drops her head, “Sorry, Sir. I mean, if the routine is easier it
will be fairer for everyone and will make the groups’ performance look better,
and in turn be a successful asset of the OSO,” she tries to backpedal slightly.
“Tomorrow we will go over the lyrics once more before continuing trying to
learn the dance to an acceptable standard. Dismissed.”
Blaine and the rest of the group take up the standard kneeling position,
waiting for their true dismissal. Although Rachel’s speech always signifies the
end of the rehearsal, they aren’t truly dismissed until the guards say so.
Therefore, they always end up waiting a few minutes in silence until they are
allowed to leave.
Once the guards have moved from their posts and opened the door, everyone gets
up and makes their way to leave, most of them hurriedly going back to their
rooms in search of a drink from the sinks in the washroom. Blaine and Brittany
always try to hang back a little and walk as slow as they can, waiting for Nick
to catch them up after being released.
During sessions, Nick is always restrained to the wall in what they have been
taught is the standard sub restraint for when a Master wants to leave a sub for
any length of time. The sub’s wrist cuffs are linked together behind their
backs, and a chain is attached between the sub’s collar and some form of latch
or hook on the wall. In the Sub House every room has one or more bolts around
the room at head height, specifically for this purpose, but during lessons it
was explained how more often than not anything which a chain can be hooked and
locked onto could be used as a substitute.
“Hey guys,” he greets when he catches up with Brittany and Blaine walking back
to their cell.
“Hello Nick,” Blaine responds politely as Brittany gives him an awkward half
hug while walking. Blaine remains silent on the rest of the walk back to their
cell, Nick and Brittany talking animatedly about the rehearsal.
They are the first people to arrive. Blaine heads straight through to the
washroom, going to the sink and gulping down water from the slightly too warm
cold tap. Regretting how quickly he drunk the water he pauses for a moment,
hands braced on either side of the sink as he takes a deep breath to collect
himself. He waits for his stomach to settle before stepping under the shower
and letting the cold water cascade over his hair and down his back.
He was starting to readjust to the expectations of the house once more.
Whenever he was in the presence of a guard or a visiting Dom, he would always
make sure he was on his best behavior, however since joining the choir he had
started to allow himself to enjoy things again when in a less formal situation.
Singing, even just as a harmonizing background voice, began to remind him of
his old self, things that he used to enjoy and take part in because he wanted
to, not just because he was expected to by his Master.
This in turn brought back part of his old personality. He still kept mostly to
himself, but rather than isolating him from everyone else he stopped curling up
in his cage the moment he got back to his cell, instead he sat with Nick and
the two girls. Tina and Nick tried to ask lots of questions the first day he
made this change. They wanted to know why he had been avoiding them, what had
happened while with Hunter, why he was acting so differently. The questions
caught him unaware, stunning him into silence and looking like a deer caught in
the headlights. He was about ready to bolt back to his cage and lock himself
away from everyone’s questions. However before he could bolt, Brittany decided
to sit sideways in his lap, throwing an arm around Blaine’s back before loudly
demanding the other two to back off and just be grateful Blaine decided to sit
with them again. Blaine spent the remainder of that evening with his head
tucked into Brittany’s shoulder in shame, trying to hide from everyone and
planning to go back to his old routine of hiding in his cage the following
evening. However, the following day Brittany didn’t allow it, instead holding
his hand on the walk back to their cell and once again sitting in his lap.
After that first evening, no one interrogated him about his time away, which
Blaine was immensely grateful for. He wasn’t yet ready to share his experience,
albeit not all bad. Although they would ask him direct questions on whatever
topic they were talking about, they never pushed Blaine to elaborate any more
than the simple few-word answers he gave. As he started to become slightly more
relaxed, realizing that by being locked in their cell the guards where
essentially saying ‘you are now off duty for the day’, he slowly started adding
more to his answers, occasionally making a comment without having been asked
directly for his view. Nick seemed pleased with Blaine’s improvement, but was
wise enough not to mention anything.
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In the third week of their new classes, Hunter pulls him out of one of their
electrician lessons.
“Hey pet,” Hunter greets as he closes the door on the classroom, leading Blaine
down the corridor. “I’ve been hearing good things about you. You’re making me
proud,” he says, rustling Blaine’s curls causing him to relax slightly. “I’ve
got a special job for you again. I have some people over today who want to meet
you again, and I know you are going to be on your best behavior and do me and
the OSO proud, just like the good boy you are.”
“Yes Master,” Blaine says in an almost whisper.
“That’s my good boy. I want you to answer all of their questions, letting them
know how well the training has been going for you.” Blaine nods in reply,
receiving another head scratch in reward.
Blaine follows Hunter the rest of the way in silence, half a step behind,
pausing as Hunter opens the door to his office; their apparent destination. As
Blaine walks in, he quickly flicks his eyes up to survey the room before
lowering them again. Hunter moves to take his seat behind the desk, facing four
other people all in suits. Blaine realizes these people are the same as those
at the meeting he attended while being Hunter’s temporary sub, recognizing a
few of their builds and the way they each hold themselves. He is grateful to
discover that none of them appear to be Barry. He waits for a signal to tell
him where to go, and with a quick flick of Hunter’s hand Blaine takes himself
to kneel in the corner he is starting to consider his.
Hunter starts up the conversation – or maybe continues it from earlier –
however Blaine isn’t listening to what is being said. He keeps half an ear out
for anything that sounds like he is being called, catching a few words and
phrases such as “fast track” and “individual training schemes”, but nothing
that needs his attention.
Instead he focuses on catching up what he may be missing from his electrician
lesson. They had covered a lot of information in very little time, and Blaine
can’t help but feel like he is completely underinformed on the subject. Missing
the next however long for Hunter’s meeting is not going to help his position
and he will likely be playing catch up for weeks. Although Blaine had initially
thought they would be covering basic things like changing a lightbulb, he
didn’t realize how in depth the lessons would be, also covering how to put in
all the electrics running to the lightbulb. His decorating lessons then covered
how to plaster the wall and hide the new cabling. Most of the lessons were
purely theory, but they occasionally got to work as a group with a mock set up.
Today was one of the days where they were allowed to handle the equipment,
something Blaine couldn’t catch up on missing. He hopes this thing with Hunter
doesn’t take long so he can get back to the lesson, despite the voice in his
head telling him that his Master wants him where he is, and therefore should
not be wishing to be doing something else.
His internal battle is interrupted by an order to stand.
“As you can see, he has already learnt how to behave in an environment like
this before he has been told,” Hunter points out.
“But there is no way of knowing! He could have been listening and is going to
run off and gossip to the others,” one of the visitors’ counters.
“Pet, why are you here?” Hunter asks. Blaine freezes. Even while looking at the
floor he can feel the five pairs of eyes glaring down on him.
“Because you required me to be here,” he replies in a way he hopes will get him
off the hook. Blaine doesn’t have a clue why Hunter collected him, he just does
as his Master asks.
“But why did I want you here, pet?” Hunter pushes.
“I... I... I don’t know Master,” he stutters in reply, ashamed to admit it.
“See,” Hunter beams. “Told you so.”
“Ok, I think I understand. But you know you haven’t got a good enough case to
take to the board again, don’t you?” One of the men responds.
“A research team is on it, which is already a huge step. That wouldn’t be
happening if they didn’t think it was possible. I suggest we don’t worry about
putting a case together – the people on research should do that. I say we start
planning exactly what will happen,” another voice counters.
“That’s why I asked you all here,” Hunter agrees. “Sit, pet,” he orders Blaine
before continuing to address the group. “Although I know what I think should
happen, I need other people’s opinion. You all heard my suggestions at the
meeting…” Hunter continues talking, but Blaine zones out once again, knowing it
doesn’t involve him.
Occasionally they do ask Blaine direct questions, which he tries his best to
respond to correctly but unbiasedly, but for the most part he is ignored. He
truly wonders why Hunter really needed him there, but knows it’s not his place
to question, so he tries hard to ignore the part of his brain that’s asking.
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Finally, the group start chatting more about idle topics rather than discussing
the future of submissive training. Blaine is not dismissed when Hunter sees out
the four visitors, so he remains in position in his corner waiting for Hunter’s
return.
“You were a very good boy,” Hunter praises as he opens the door. “Come.” Blaine
follows Hunter presumably back to either a classroom or his cell.
However, after a few minutes he is led into a room he hasn’t seen before,
containing a couple armchairs. Hunter flops down into one of the chairs,
pointing at his feet to indicate for Blaine to kneel there. Once Blaine has
kneeled, Hunter begins stroking his hand through Blaine’s curls.
“How have you been since I last asked?” He asks.
“Good, Master,” Blaine responds, feeling perplexed by the question yet
comforted by Hunter’s ministrations. It unbalances Blaine’s emotions.
“How have you been finding your hobby? I notice you chose signing?”
“It’s good, Master,” he replies robotically, hoping Hunter doesn’t notice his
slight unease.
“Pet, look at me.” Hunter waits for Blaine to slowly raise his eyes. “Tell me
honestly, how is it? And that’s an order.” Blaine nods before dropping his head
again, trying to find the courage to speak his mind.
“I do enjoy it, however the song list we have is very limited, and not songs
many of us have heard before which makes it very hard to learn-“ He stops
suddenly, not wanting to say his next thought for risking angering Hunter.
Unfortunately, Hunter notices his relatively sudden stop.
“Continue slut.” Blaine takes a deep breath in preparation. Hunter brings his
hand down to stroke Blaine’s cheek, gently lifting his head once again,
although Blaine still keeps his eye diverted. “I can’t promise there will be no
repercussions for what you say, however, as a submissive, you are expected to
be honest and follow orders. I’m slightly disappointing I’m having to remind
you…” he trails off, leaving the comment open ended.
“All the songs are about belonging to someone. Eternal_Flame. Here_for_you.
Count_on_me. I get it, I really do. You want the songs to tempt other Doms. But
they aren’t the best of songs.”
“What are you trying to say, slut?” Hunter growls. Blaine’s palms start
sweating. He tries to subtly dry them on his legs, however the lack of material
covering him means it doesn’t help. He knows he shouldn’t have brought this up,
but he also knows there is no way he can back out.
“I think… I think it would showcase the group’s talent more if we had different
songs. Like, we could do remixes of the top forty, things like that.” He starts
picking at imaginary lint from under his fingernails.
“And why should I allow that?” Hunter questions, seeming a little more open to
the idea than before.
“Because isn’t the purpose of having hobbies to try and increase our value?
Make each submissive more unique. If we sing songs we know, we can sing better,
which showcases our talent and increases our worth.” Blaine holds his breath
for Hunter’s response.
“There is something about you,” he mutters before continuing louder, “If you
can come up with a list of songs you would like to do, tell me and I will give
you a yes or no.”
“Thank you, Master,” Blaine lets out an involuntary sigh, holding himself
straighter. Hunter considers him for a moment.
“That’s not all you wanted to ask, was it pet?”
“No, Master. However I know it’s not my place to mention-“ Hunter roughly grabs
at Blaine’s chin, pulling his head up.
“You are being a little stupid today pet, you know that right. Tell me,” he
commands.
“I really wish Nick could take part,” he rushes, almost stumbling over his
words.
“Who’s Nick?”
“One of my friends.”
“Slut, don’t play naive. What’s his ID?” Blaine rakes his brain in panic. He
knows he has heard Nick’s number, but can’t for the life of him remember what
it was. It still seems strange to him to refer to a human as a number rather
than a name, and he can’t quite seem to manage.
“I think he’s 9013. Or maybe 9102. Something like that, but I’m not sure.”
“Oh, 9103. I know who you mean,” Hunter comments after a brief pause. “Why do
you say that?”
“He was my friend before being labeled a sub. We were both in our school’s show
choir team, and have always sung together. It’s just really strange to see him
left out. I’m sorry Master.” Blaine drops his eyes as far as he can, seeing as
Hunter still has a hold of his head
“What are you sorry for?” Hunter asks, glaring down at Blaine in confusion.
“It’s not my place to say something like that.”
“Wrong. It’s your place to do as you are told. I told you to tell me how things
were going and you told me, even if you felt you shouldn’t. But your job isn’t
to think, it’s to do. I will look through 9103’s file and see what I can do for
you. But don’t tell anyone I have a soft spot for you!” He jokes. “Anything
else? How’s training been going?”
“It’s been hard. Most the submissive lessons have been easy, but the new
lessons I struggle with. If a Dom was to give me a light and tell me to fix it,
I don’t think I would be able to. Of course, I would try! But it would take me
a while and possibly not be done correctly or safely.”
“Why not?” Hunter asks, curious.
“I get the theory, but I learnt from when my father made us build a car
together that no matter how much I read about how to do something, I couldn’t
until I practiced a few times.”
“That’s understandable. I can’t do anything about it I’m afraid. However, rest
assured I won’t expect you to do things like that once you’re mine. You’re too
pretty to have cooped up at home all day,” he allures. “Anyway. Would more time
practicing help solve that?”
“Possibly for me Master, but I don’t really know about the others.”
“Thank you for being honest Blaine.” Blaine looks up gingerly to see Hunter
smiling down at him. Blaine gives a small smile back. “I will let you get back
to your group. Leave everything with me and I will see what can be done, but
don’t tell the others you’ve spoken to me.” Hunter pauses to check the time on
his phone. “Everyone will be done for the day, so head back to your cell.”
Blaine slightly gets up and leaves, quietly shutting the door behind him while
thinking about Hunter’s phone.
He hadn’t really missed having his own phone until now. Sure, he misses a lot
of things, but he hasn’t had the time to think about them. If he had his phone
he would know what the time was. He would be able to set an alarm rather than
being rudely awoken every morning. He would be able to message his parents one
last time to let them know he was doing ok.
Blaine was so deep in thought he didn’t spot Nick until he literally jumped out
at him.
“Shit!” He exclaims, trying to slow his heartrate. “Nick, hey. Hang on, what
are you doing here?” He asks, confused what would cause Nick to be in this
corridor. It’s not a route between any of their usual locations.
“I was looking for you,” Nick responds with a frown.
“Well, you found me,” Blaine tries to brush off any further questions,
continuing walking in the direction of their cell.
“Where are you going?” Nick calls half a step behind.
“Back to our cell? It’s almost lock down time,” he responds, speeding up his
walk so Nick almost has to run to keep up.
“Blaine! Slow down! Please!” Blaine abruptly stops, causing Nick to run into
him. “Thanks, I guess,” he stutters.
“What do you want, Nick?”
“I don’t know what crawled up your backside and died!” Blaine turns around and
continues walking. “I heard your conversation with asshole-mc-douche back
there!” Blaine stops suddenly again, turning to look at Nick who had not
followed him this time.
“Good for you. But it’s about time you learn to do as you’re told. Plus, it’s
Master, not asshole-mc-douche-face.”
“I didn’t say face. But anyway, that’s not the point,” he says in a rush, hands
gesturing dismissively. “Blaine, I don’t know what’s going on, but it’s not
good for you! You’ve been acting so weird since you’ve been back and I don’t
know how to help anymore. First I thought ‘just give him time, it’s probably
been a rough week for him’.But that was a month ago Blaine! When you first came
and sat with us I thought the old Blaine was coming back. But it doesn’t appear
he has. You’re all submissive. The moment you are out of the cell your head
goes down and you don’t say boo to a goose. Even though you seem to be a bit
better when we are on our own, you still have this dead look in your eyes, and
I don’t know how to help!
“You were my best friend, Blaine. But this,” Nick gestures to Blaine, “This
isn’t you. And I want my friend back. So please, help me. Tell me what you need
me to do!”
“You really don’t get it, do you Nick?” Blaine sighs. “Yes, I’m all submissive.
You wanna know why? It’s because I am a fucking submissive!” He mimes his head
exploding. “It’s who I am. Want to know why I won’t say boo to a goose? It’s
because it’s not my position to do so. My job is to keep my head down and
behave. And, breaking news, it’s your job too! You are a sub. You are not Nick,
you are 9103. I’m not Blaine anymore, I’m 5226. And you would do well to
remember that, or you are going to get yourself in so much more trouble. Yes, I
may be becoming Master’s lap dog, but if that’s what it takes to stay safe,
then that’s what it takes. I know of at least two people planning to buy me
when we go up for auction, probably more. No way are Jeff and Trent going to
raise the money needed for both of us. They may get enough for you on your own,
but no way would they be able to afford me. So yes, I may be sucking up to
Master, but he’s better than Barry. Master has a soft spot for me, and if using
that helps others – like you – then so be it.”
“It’s not right Blaine!”
“It’s not right, but it’s okay,” he says in defeat before walking off, leaving
Nick frozen in the corridor and plotting his next move
Chapter End Notes
     i recently discovered that ao3 does in fact let you see how many
     subscribers there are on your own fic, and also how many bookmarks in
     total (including people who have the fic as a private bookmark)
     and oh my god guys! i was blown away!!! 141 subscribers! thats more
     people than i know in real life!!! and 69 bookmarks (the very
     immature side of me had a giggle at that! hehe)!!!
     so i want to thank you all! (again!)
     discovering the sheer amount of people who get emails when i update
     got me motivated enough to get this chapter in a state to post and
     start on the next few!!
     as always, i appreciate every single kudos i get. (seriously, 404!
     thats more than the fic that inspired me to write this!!), even tho i
     may have still not done what i promised for reaching 100. BUT ALL MY
     REWARDS WILL HAPPEN AT SOME POINT, PROMISE!!
     and i still do a little excited bum shuffle whenever i see a new
     comment, even if sometimes im slow to reply!
      
     finally, before i leave and let everyone get on with their day, if
     there is anyone out there who does fanart and fancies doing something
     for this fic, i would absolutely love you! I am not above begging
     hehe! (I tried to make my own banner cover art sort of thing to
     header each chapter with but it didnt work. and i also would quite
     like to do a floor plan of the building - im not 100% sure what the
     building looks like, but would like something to work off and to see
     how other people imagine it - but my art is not up to it). so if you
     are arty and up for doing something, but havent because you dont
     think i would want it, or dont know what to do, i have a few
     suggestions!! hit me up on tumblr (link i think is in the authers
     note chapter), or via email (totallyawesomeharry@gmail.com)
     (seriously, authors love art!!!!)
***** Courage *****
Chapter Summary
     Finally another update for you guys!!!!! its only been, what, a month
     and a half? :/ (in my defence, i have been working on the chapter,
     its just taken a while to sort it out. and i must thank saferion once
     again for helping me sort it! it would not have been half as good on
     my own)
     and uni is now finished until the end of september (i have achieved a
     first in education studies, and currently waiting on my maths exam
     but predictict i should have a high 2:2 or low 2:1! so not bad for
     first year!), so hopefully i can get quite a few chapters done :D
     (but i have applied for some jobs, so maybe not if i manage to get
     one of them :/ )
     previously on the OSO (how cliche is that?): blaine is a sub who is
     currently at the 'sub house' being trained to be the perfect slave.
     he has spent a week with hunter as his personal slave, but is back
     into the flow of the house again. Blaine is now part of the song
     birds, and has requested to have better songs and to let nick join
     in.
     Nick and blaine had an argument after blaine bumps into nick in the
     corridor.
     (do you people actually find a quick recap helpful?)
Chapter Notes
     heres a little bit of trivia for this chapter:
     the names of the classrooms that pop up are kind of based on one of
     the buildings at my uni which is nicknamed Hogwarts as we swear the
     walls move as its so confusing! So far the highest value room ive
     found is 312, and there are some rooms assigned random letters (these
     however are not 'bedrooms' as ive imagined them in the fic – they
     tend to be common room style places and open spaces as opposed to a
     classroom).
See the end of the chapter for more notes
After the outburst, Nick and Blaine didn’t speak to each other. Nick was
convinced Blaine had been brainwashed, and Blaine was convinced Nick was out of
order, and no interference between Tina and Brittany could resolve it.
And it isn’t only Nick who’s been causing Blaine issues. Jacob had also started
reaching out to Blaine, trying to apologize for getting Blaine in trouble.
“Blaine, please, just listen to me. That’s all I’m asking,” Jacob approaches
one evening while waiting for lights out. Blaine doesn’t turn over in his cage
to look at Jacob, however doesn’t instantly send him away. Jacob takes this as
an indication to continue. “I honestly didn’t mean for that to happen. I
thought it might cheer you up, give you some pleasure. You need to know how
sorry I am. I really want to make it up to you, but I don’t know how. I
understand if you don’t want to be friends with me, but please tell me what I
need to do for you to forgive me. I can’t live with this guilt.”
“You’ve been punished by Master. Therefore you have been forgiven,” Blaine
replies in a robotic monotone. It was silent for a moment, Jacob mulling over
the words Blaine spoke so easily. He carefully considers his response.
“I have been forgiven by the OSO. But I haven’t been forgiven by you. I would
do anything to take it back-“
“You can’t take it back!” Blaine interrupts in a shout, the rest of the room
falls silent. He takes a moment to compose himself before continuing. “Things
happen, they can’t be undone. And I’m not sure I would want it to be undone. I
learnt a valuable lesson while I was with Mas-.”
“What lesson!? How to be cold to all your friends?” Jacob accuses.
“I’ve learnt my place! And I’m waiting for everyone else to as well.” Jacob
doesn’t reply, realizing that nothing he says at this moment will get through
to Blaine.
“Okay. Well, how can I move forwards? Without you ignoring me,” he adds before
Blaine can interrupt.
“I don’t know Jacob, I don’t know,” Blaine responds honestly.
“Please, I beg of you. If you work out how, let me know.” With that, Jacob
leaves him alone. 
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The following day they all make their way to the main hall, awaiting the
arrival of the October subs. Blaine can’t really remember last month’s
assembly, having still been in his zoned-out state after his time with Hunter,
and he has blocked the memory of his arrival assembly from his mind.
Blaine watches the new subs all being led in, most of them looking scared; one
or two looking murderous. He feels a touch of sadness, knowing what they are
about to be subjected to in the next few months, although he tries not to dwell
on it too much since there is nothing he can do to help.
Hunter gives some speech on how privileged they all should feel, being part of
what keeps the balance in society. How they should be pleased they were born in
the USA, meaning they attend the world’s leading submissive house. How he knows
it will help them reach their potential and enable society to continue
advancing at its rapid pace. Blaine is glad he didn’t listen to most of the
speech on his arrival at the house.
Eventually Hunter’s speech finally draws to a close, Blaine having heard none
of it. He knew he should have been listening, as there were possibly things
said that related to him, however majority of what was said wasn’t for him. And
if it was, well, chances are one of the others in his group was paying
attention. Blaine is starting to get into the habit of zoning out when the
topic of conversation is not directed at him, and he didn’t feel in the mood
today to force himself to break the habit on a one off.  
The guards start to dismiss each month’s intake of subs one at a time, starting
from the oldest. Eventually Blaine stands at the dismissal of his group, when
he hears Jacob speak up a few people behind him.
“Blaine,” he calls at stage whisper volume. Blaine doesn’t acknowledge him,
continuing facing straight ahead and following the line out of the hall. “Have
you had any thought yet on what I can do? You said you would think, so have
you?” Blaine is debating between snapping at Jacob - reminding him it’s only
been a day since he last asked – and completely ignoring him – they don’t have
permission to talk and are in the hall in front of the new subs, so should be
setting an example – when the discussion is taken out of his hands by the
interruption of a guard.
“Knees,” the woman shouts as she walks over, much louder than needed. Jacob
appears to choose to ignore the guard in favor of pushing past the few subs in
front of him to reach Blaine, trying to get his attention by pulling on his
shoulder. The guard pulls out her taser gun as she approaches them, using it
against Jacob and causing him to involuntarily carry out her order, falling to
his knees. Blaine makes a move to carry on walking until he feels the guard
grip onto his wrist. He stops, turning towards the guard with his eyes
downcast.
“Knees,” she points at Blaine as he carries out the order, already knowing the
command was directed at him. “Both of you wait here in silence.” The guard
disappears shortly, not far enough to have left the room, although Blaine
didn’t see so couldn’t have known for sure.
“Please Blaine,” Jacob whispers. “Look, I’m really sorry. I’ve thought of a few
idea’s to prove to you I’m sorry-“ Blaine interrupts him.
“Your first step can be to obey orders, including waiting here in silence!”
Blaine whispers, trying to hint to Jacob that he needs to shut up.
“That order for silence was directed to both of you,” the guard scolds, having
made her reappearance without Blaine knowing. She bends down slightly, putting
the taser against Blaine’s back. He feels the sudden shock, his muscles all
tensing in pain until finally, after what feels like hours but in reality was
only a few seconds, the pain stops and his muscles relax, making him fight to
maintain the position on his knees. It’s the first time he has been shocked
that severely, and he vows never to cause that punishment again. He is angry at
himself for having been bad, a punishment he is truly at fault for. ‘I know
better than that. I can’t disappoint Hunter, he has so much faith in me and I
need to prove he is right!’he tells himself.
“Sorry, Ma’am,” Blaine apologises sincerely.
“What are you sorry for?” She questions suspiciously.
“For not obeying orders and talking out of turn.”
“Good boy. I can kind of see why Hunter’s put dibs on you; not many subs have
your manners so early on in training. There is hope for you yet.” The guard
responds. “Ok then. 5226, I’m going to let you go for now. Your group has been
taken to room 102, head straight there now. Now 8262. You however, will be
coming with me for…” Blaine doesn’t hear the rest of the sentence, having
already made his exit.
He arrives at the room moments before the guard who is taking the session.
“You are now third years,” the guard starts once everyone is settled. It’s one
Blaine hasn’t seen before, obviously a new employee. “I’ve been told you are
possibly one of the best-behaved groups, and your Master expects you to set a
good example to the newbs. You are now entering the mainstream schooling of the
house, with a new timetable which will stay relatively the same for the next
four months. Twice a week you will have refresher sessions, going over
everything you have learnt so far to make sure you don’t forget. These will be
in room 216 first on Thursday and after food on Saturday. Your selected program
will be running every day once you have finished your day’s final session. You
have submissive procedure first thing in room 128 on Mondays, 283 on Tuesdays,
122 on Wednesdays, 147 on Sundays and after lunch in room Z on Thursdays.
Monday after food and all day Friday you have handyman sessions. The rooms may
vary but always meet in room 58. Sunday morning you will be starting sex
sessions in rooms P and Q – head to P first and then you will be directed from
there. You must turn up completely clean. Remaining times will be miscellaneous
sessions, meet in room 72.” Blaine tries to commit it all to memory, knowing
they won’t be told again and not able to rely on any of the others to remember.
“The exception to this is this Sunday-“ The guard is interrupted by a loud
noise outside, followed by his radio going off. Blaine can’t hear what is being
said over the radio due to a poor signal, but it is apparent there is shouting
at the other end of the line.
“Whoever is supervising 5226 can you send him to Hunter’s office?” Blaine
manages to make out. The guard, who Blaine has decided to nickname Soldier
given his regimented way of listing information, looks at the group.
“Which group is he in?”
“Fuck if I know!” The voice at the end of the radio responds. Blaine suspects
it may be Slapper, but can’t quite make it out for certain. “One of the newer
groups I think.”
“Fuck sake, why can’t people do their jobs!” Soldier mutters under his breath,
putting the radio back on his jacket before addressing the room. “Is 5226 in
here?”
“That’s me, Sir.” Blaine responds quietly, not quite sure how he is supposed to
act in this situation. Soldier heads over to him, checking his tattoo.
“So it is,” he starts, almost in disbelief. He picks up the radio again. “Tango
calling to any patrol. Patrol come in.” After a brief moment of static someone
answers.
“This is patrol.”
“Can someone please come escort 5226 to Hunter? I’m in room 102.”
“Wha-? Oh, you the new guy?” She interrupts herself.
“Yes?” Soldier questions warily.
“Oh. That one’s fine to go on his own. We got a note about him recently;
basically if you see him about leave him be, and if he asks for Hunter let him
go find him.”
“Why?”
“Little bitty Hunt’s got a sweet spot. I don’t really know, but I can explain
over break. Just send him down ASAP. Over and out.”
“Oh,” Soldier says to no one in particular before turning to Blaine. “I take it
you know the way then do you?” Blaine nods once. “Well, off you go then.”
Blaine obediently leaves, noticing a few surprised and suspicious glances from
some of the other subs. He tries to forget about their knowledge of Hunter’s
apparent favouritism, instead counting the corridors to mark his way to
Hunter. 
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He didn’t know what he was expecting when he arrived, but a stressed-out
Hunter, frantically riffling through stacks of paper, was not it. Blaine takes
a second to look around at all the paper scattered on Hunters desk, noticing a
few that have escaped onto the floor. He wonders if he should help pick them
up, but doesn’t know if Hunter would appreciate Blaine interfering when he
hasn’t been told to do anything but arrive at Hunter’s office. He is saved from
his deliberation when he is noticed by Hunter.
“Hey pet,” Hunter smiles, pausing in his frenzy to perch on the edge of the
desk facing Blaine. “Can you please explain to me what happened in the
assembly?” Hunter asks suspiciously. Blaine panics slightly. It’s the first
time he has been tasered and he is afraid of the punishment Hunter may give.
Hunter seems to quickly notice Blaine’s panic and tries to calm him slightly,
“I’m not mad, per se, but I need to know what you think happened before I can
decide how to correct any misbehaviour.” Blaine calms slightly at his words.
“Jacob – I uh, don’t know his number I’m afraid-“
“8263?“ Hunter helpfully interrupts.
“Possibly, 8263. He wanted to know what he needed to do for me to forgive him,
Master.”
“Start at the beginning, Slut,” Hunter warns. “Your name was mentioned lots
while I spoke to him. I have yet to decide if you deserve to join him at the
whipping post for punishment.” That shocks Blaine, throwing him slightly.
Although he assumed Jacob would have been punished, it’s still slightly
shocking hearing it directly from Hunter. “What you say here will influence any
further action for both you and him.”
“He felt bad about getting me in trouble, and wanted to know what he needed to
do for me to forgive him. I told him he has been punished so that was the end,
but he specifically wants me to forgive him.”
“Forgive him for what?”
“For making me cum without permission.” Hunter seems confused to start with,
but recognition dawns on him quickly.
“That’s when I made you stay with me, right?” Blaine nods. “That was ages ago!
Stupid whore.” Hunter mutters to himself. He goes silent in consideration.
“What did you tell him?” Hunter asks after some time.
“I don’t know, Master.”
“What do you mean you don’t know!?” Hunter all but shouts, standing up
threateningly and crowding into Blaine’s space. Defensively, Blaine takes a
small step back, however this seems to anger Hunter as he suddenly grabs one of
the D-rings on Blaine’s collar, yanking him forwards. Blaine’s knees go weak
and wants to drop to the floor, but is prevented from doing so by Hunter. He’s
already mucked up once today, and now he appears to have just done it again!
“I’m sorry Master, I phrased that poorly!” Blaine rushes, “I mean, I told 8263
that I don’t know how he could make it up. He has been punished by you, and
that is all that should matter.” Hunter appears to accept this as an answer,
releasing Blaine’s collar. The moment he can, Blaine drops to his knees. This
seems to throw Hunter slightly, who pauses in his movement back towards his
desk. He considers Blaine for a moment before seeming to lose all his
composure, moving behind his desk to slouch on the chair, head in his hands
with a dramatic sigh.
“Master?” Blaine dares to question, “Can I help?”
“Unless you can perform magic, not really,” Hunter forces a chuckle. Blaine
forces a small smile before bowing his head. “See, when the new subs arrive
there is so much paper work it’s a mess and takes a while to sort everything
out. There is an inspection today by some people working for the United Nation,
checking that everything we are doing falls within the submissive category of
Human Rights. Of course, we have paperwork signed by everyone’s parents giving
us the legal guardianship to every submissive, allowing us to use our proven
methods. But with the induction of the newbs as well as the auction in a few
days, there is so much that some of the paperwork gets misplaced, and I may not
be able to produce everything to the UN when they want it. Of course, there are
copies of everything kept at the origin holding centers and at the offices, but
I need to have access to hard copies of it all. The UN have the power to shut
me down or completely change everything, so while they are here we cannot risk
crossing any lines; including not having the correct paperwork to hand.” He
sighs. “Also, a couple of the holding centers are yet to send the files over to
us, as is always the case, but until we get everyone’s files we can’t do much
with the newbs, hence they are kept in a room for a few hours until we can get
started. But, alas! There isn’t much I can do apart from try and find it all.
“Actually,” Hunter starts slowly after a brief pause. “Now I think about it,
there is something you can do. You see, I can’t really let you get away without
some form of punishment, as it is in part your fault that 8263 set a bad
example to the newbs. But you couldn’t have known he would do that, you
couldn’t have prevented it, and I suppose for the circumstances you acted the
best way you could. However, you can help me in fixing some of the damage
caused.”
Blaine perks up slightly at the realization he can do something to help his
Master and make things better.
“Anything Master! Anything,” He pleads enthusiastically. Hunter smiles at him,
seeming to overlook the fact that Blaine is speaking out of turn.
“Well, there are two things. First, as your main punishment, you will watch
Jacob receive his lashes to remind yourself of why he is receiving it. Although
I don’t fault you completely, you are one of the causes and therefore there
must be consequences for your actions.
“Secondly, I’ve got a special job for you to do. Not a punishment as such, but
repairing some of the damage you caused. 8263 has caused some issues for us,
because he upset some of the newbs and we are unable to use our methods to
reassure them. Therefore I need you to calm them down a deliver a message for
me. If you can settle them down, your participation in this stunt will all be
forgiven and forgotten. I won’t even put it on your record! Ok, so I need you
to tell them…” 
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After a quick radio call, a guard appears and leads Blaine to the small room
all the newbies are continued within; the exact same room he was first taken to
when he arrived. The guard locks the door behind Blaine, leaving him alone with
twenty-four scared and angry subs.
“Hi?” He addresses the group uncertainly.
“Why have you only just got here?” One of the guys speak out.
“I’ve been sent to talk to you,” he says carefully, fidgeting.
“So you aren’t new?” A different sub asks. Blaine shakes her head at her.
“I’m now in my third month of training.”
“So, why are you here?” The girl asks.
“He’s one of the people who spoke in the assembly!” A different guy speaks out.
He gets up and walks to Blaine. “Hi, I’m Jackson,” he introduces with his hand
held out. It takes Blaine a moment to work out what the outstretched hand is
for, but eventually does shake the offered hand. “What actually happened in the
hall? You two were chatting and suddenly you were on your knees, and then
everyone seemed to start panicking until the weird boss guy started barking out
orders and we were herded into this room.” Blaine realizes that shaking the
guys hand probably contradicts the message he has been told to deliver.
“As I said, I’ve been sent to talk to you,” he ignores Jackson’s questions. “I
need to tell you that what you saw today was wrong, and I am embarrassed by
mine and 8263’s behavior. So I must apologize, it is not how submissives should
act.”
“Oh no! You are one of those brainwashed people! We are every bit as human as
the Doms, and have the same human rights! We need to have courage. We need to
all work together. We could easily overpower the guards here, and I’m sure once
we get outside, and we all share our stories of the awful treatment, people
will back us up and support us. You say you’ve been here three months, so you
must remember what you were like before being here!” Blaine surveys the group.
Approximately half of them are all nodding along with Jackson, and a further
quarter are interested. However the remaining five or six look terrified, as
though the thought of doing anything confrontational is wrong of them. Blaine
has to agree with them.
“Before I was here I was pretending to be someone who I am not. I am a sub – as
are all of you, - and we are not entitled to consider ourselves equal to Doms.
And that includes not having the same human rights. You will find this out
shortly anyway, but essentially for all intents and purposes, your parents
signed away your human rights!
“And you want to riot? You would be on your own; none of the older subs here
would support you as we all understand our place! And even if you did still
decide to fight, you wouldn’t get very far. It is not a sub’s position to fight
against our superiors.” Blaine stands up straighter and takes a breath as he
prepares to say what Master told him to, hoping it’s a lie but not knowing for
sure. “Do you really want to hurt everyone around you because of your childish
insolent behaviour? Because that’s what happens when you act up. Every collar
is loaded with a few small electrodes. The push of a button will electrocute
every single sub with the house’s standard collar. It is set at a level which
will cause us to pass out, but can be adjusted up to a lethal level. And they
are not individualised, so if a small group start acting out, everyone will get
punished. We are all in the same situation; why risk making it worse for others
because you are acting selfishly?”
“You’re lying!” Jackson spits.
“Say I am – and I don’t know for sure, it’s not the sort of information
available to a sub - do you want to risk it?”
“No,” Jackson almost whispers, backing down. Blaine breathes an inaudible sigh
of relief. Hopefully he has done enough to satisfy Hunter.
“Now, I’m instructed to take you to see what happens when subs misbehave. It is
my fault 8263 spoke to me, and therefore is my fault 8263 is getting punished,
and because Master knows it’s my fault, I have to watch my friend take the whip
on my behalf. Every single action you make will affect someone else, likely
whoever you are close to. Remember that.”
Blaine leads the new subs down the various corridors to the cafeteria, where
Jacob is already tied to the post in the center of the room.
“You are late,” the female guard from earlier comments. “That’s an extra five
lashes for 8263.”
“Sorry, Ma’am,” Blaine apologizes, head lowered submissively. He hadn’t
considered anyone was waiting for him, which seems stupid – of course they
would have been. Blaine regrets spending so long talking to the group; Jacob is
going to be the one suffering for that mistake.
“Newbs, stay where you are. 5226, come kneel in front of slut.” She waits for
Blaine to get into position before addressing him again. “I want you looking
into his eyes the whole time.” With that, she lands the first strike upon
Jacob’s back.
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That night Blaine stays awake in his cage, waiting for Jacob to return. He
needs to know Jacob is alright, the blonde boy having passed out only a quarter
of the way through all the lashes By the time Blaine had counted all one
hundred and five strikes in his head, the message had sunk into every sub
present – himself included. It's not Jacob’s fault that Blaine has been off
with him, yet he paid the price for it. Jackson's comment plays on his mind as
he reluctantly succumbs to sleep; We need to have courage. We need to all work
together.
Chapter End Notes
     as always, i appreciate any feedback! (hint hint ;) )
      
     With everything in the news about radicalised inderviduals, I just
     want to take a moment to reiterate that this fic is entirely fiction.
     Feel free to enjoy it as fiction, but please remember to keep it that
     way.
     I would hate for this setting to be real!
***** Treatment *****
Chapter Summary
     I'm still alive guys... only took a month for this one... *runs and
     hides in shame*
     it is about three times the length of what i normally have, so that
     makes up for it right? probably not...
     as a quick recap: Slavery au, blaine is being trained to be the
     perfect slave, blah blah blah. he is back at the sub house. jacob has
     tried to appologise, but has been punished for acting out in front of
     the new subs. hunter send blaine to do damage control, but a few
     interesting things where mentioned to him: We need to have courage.
     We need to all work together.
     I think thats about where we are up to. (do people find these recaps
     helpful due to the long wait between updates? i can hardly remember
     what happened in the last chapter myself, so i hope the recap is
     right...)
Chapter Notes
     for those who follow me on tumblr, the recent research ive been
     sharing does not crop up in this chapter, that is coming in the
     future.
      
     also, i need to thank the amazing saf, who for all intents and
     purposes may have well written this chapter for how much she helped.
     i was close to giving up before she came and sorted me out.
     im sure there was something else i wanted to say, but my laptop is on
     4% so i want to post this before it dies
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Blaine is surprised when he wakes up the next day and Jacob has not been
returned to his cage. Instead of dwelling on it he sets about his morning
routine while he waits for everyone else to wake up.
“Hello Nick,” Blaine greets as he leaves the washroom, noticing that Nick and a
few others are also awake. At first, Nick seems a little perplexed that Blaine
is speaking to him, but decides not to look a gift horse in the mouth.
“Hi,” he starts with a smile. “How are you?” He asks politely.
“I’m goo-“ Blaine stops himself. He isn’t good, not truthfully. “I’m still
going strong I guess. Look, I wanted to apologize to you.”
“There’s no need-“
“Yes, there is a need to,” Blaine interrupts. “That day when I had a go at you;
I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have. In complete honesty, I can’t say I disagree with
what I said, but I am sorry about how I said it. And, to be fair, I’m sorry
that I did say it. I know you and I don’t see eye to eye on this whole
submissive thing,” Blaine’s arms make a sweeping motion, indicating their
enslavement. Talking with his hands is a habit he worked hard to break, but it
appears it’s coming back. “But we were best friends. We are best friends. And
no matter what we think each think about our situations, all we have left is
each other. I now realize it would be an incredibly stupid move to try and turn
away from that. Will you forgive me?”
“Blaine!” Nick engulfs Blaine in a hug. “Of course I forgive you! You have been
put through things I can’t even imagine. And I’m sorry for pressuring you to
become the old Blaine again. Things have happened to you, to us, that we can’t
come back from.”
“Let me have my moment Nick!” Blaine chuckles, still not breaking apart from
their hug. “It’s my turn to apologize, you don’t need to. It’s me who was in
the wrong, you were just trying to help.” The pair go silent. Suddenly, Blaine
becomes aware of their intimacy. Or more specifically, their lack of dress
combined with close personal contact. They break apart awkwardly, Blaine shyly
picking at invisible dirt from under his nails.
“Dare I ask what caused your change of heart?” Nick starts, trying to stop the
awkwardness.
“Something someone reminded me of yesterday; courage,” Blaine thinks back to
Jackson. There was more to it than that, but that one word struck the biggest
chord, and Blaine doesn’t feel like spilling all his emotional woes at once.
“Wow, it’s been quite a while since I’ve heard you say that word actually.
Wasn’t that your favorite motivational text?” He chuckles.
“Something like that,” Blaine replies, embarrassed. “I… I need to apologize to
Jacob too.” Nick looks at Blaine sheepishly. “What, Nick?”
“I just… he’s a bit of a… well. I don’t like him.”
“Neither do I. However, it’s not his fault he’s here, just like it’s not our
fault we are here. We are all in the same situation; I don’t think we should be
making enemies of each other.”
“What happened yesterday?” Nick questions, knowing Blaine too well and not
buying his obvious excuse.
“It doesn’t matter. Still, we shouldn’t be making things worse for each other.
In less than a year we will all be shipped off our separate ways. I want to
make it right before it’s too late.”
Before Nick gets a chance to reply a guard comes around to unlock the cell,
making them drop the conversation.
Heading into the cafeteria, Blaine spots Jacob for the first time since
yesterday. He is still tied up in the same position as yesterday, hands cuffed
onto the post above his head. Blaine is tempted to head over to him to
apologize, but he changes his mind when he glances at the guards overseeing the
cafeteria. They probably won’t appreciate him talking to Jacob. He thinks
better off it and instead kneels next to Nick, silently eating his lunch. They
don’t talk either, but it’s possibly still the most relaxing lunch he’s had in
a while. He is finally starting to feel a little more at ease around his
friends.
Blaine takes his first bite of his meal, and is surprised by the burst of
flavor. Inspecting his bowl, he realizes he has been given actual food today.
By no stretch of imagination is it ‘good’ food, but compared to their normal
slop, Blaine can’t complain. It seems as though several different meals have
been combined into one, as not all the flavours go well together, but it is
much better than the dog food-like meals they have been having recently. 
It puts Blaine in a relatively positive mood for the remainder of the day.
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The next morning Jacob’s cage is still unoccupied as Blaine and the others
leave the cell towards their first session of the day.
“Where are you going?” Nick asks when he realizes Blaine’s heading left while
the rest turn right.
“We are in room P. All the bedrooms are this way?” Blaine responds, confused.
He knows he is going the right way. Of the whole group, he is probably the only
one to know the location of most the rooms, having walked almost everywhere in
Hunter’s company.
“Oh, we are required to go to the assembly room this morning. I guess they told
us after you were called to Hunter.”
“Oh,” Blaine shrugs before joining Nick down the right corridor, puzzling over
the room change. “Do you know why?” He questions after a few minutes of
silence.
“Not a clue. I was hoping you would know if I’m being honest. I thought you got
insider knowledge about everything.” Blaine looks at Nick in surprise.
“I don’t know any more than you?” He questions, slightly baffled by Nick’s
assumption.
“Oh.” If Blaine had to bet, he would say Nick sounded disappointed by this.
“But you spent so much time with Hunter, and he still seems to give you a lot
of attention…” Nick prompts for more information, but Blaine doesn’t offer any.
They walk the rest of the way in silence, both thinking about their short
conversation.
When they arrive, they are greeted by a few guards as well as several women
wearing what looks like medical uniforms, one in blue and the others in green.
Blaine kneels in wait of further instruction, the other subs following his
lead. They are not left waiting long before a guard turns to them, counting how
many subs there are.
“There’s only ten?” One of the guards mutters to another.
“The last one is being released from the post in the cafeteria and they will
meet us there,” another responds. “Nurse, how are these for you?”
“All good. I think I have seen what I need to know,” the nurse in the blue
uniform responds, obviously in charge of the nurses in the green uniforms.
“Follow me,” a third guard orders. They are led through quite a few corridors,
ending up in an area Blaine hasn’t seen before. During the walk, Blaine was
trying to commit all the corridors to memory, just in case he is sent this way
again. They finally come to a stop at what appears to be an infirmary; four
hospital style beds with curtain dividers, currently open. At the far end of
the room there appears to be loads of cupboards containing medical equipment,
as well as a few portable, but large, machines. The room is windowless,
somewhere deep within the walls of the compound, which doesn’t help the eerie
atmosphere of the room at all. If the aroma of death had a feeling, Blaine
decides this room would be it.
“You all need to lock your cuffs behind your backs,” the female guard informs
the subs while the nurses start pottering about at the back of the room. Blaine
obeys straight away, as does Lucy, Brittany’s friend from the Song Birds. But
the rest simply stand there almost uncomprehendingly. “I shouldn’t be having to
tell you again,” the guard warns. “I know it’s probably been a while since
you’ve last done it, but I am sure you are all too smart to have forgotten how
to clasp your hands…” Majority of the remaining subs reluctantly fumble to hook
their cuffs together. At first Nick doesn’t, but after a pleading look from
Blaine, he relents. There are only two subs remaining with their hands by their
sides – he thinks their names are Zack and Josie, but doesn’t know for sure.
The guard starts to approach the pair, who both back away defensively.
“So, you two must be the stupid whores, who still haven’t learnt that when your
superior tells you to do something, you do it!” She unclips her taser from her
belt, aiming it directly towards Zack’s chest.
However, Blaine is shocked when Zack ducks out the way, causing the guard to
completely miss her target. He doesn’t get very far before the guard grabs hold
of his collar, pulling him to stand upright in front of her. She tasers him on
his shoulder, her grip on his collar being the only thing that keeps him
upright.
The commotion has caught the attention of one of the other guards, who starts
to make his way over towards Josie.
“You’ve seen what happens when you misbehave. You get one more chance,” the
girls simply stares back at the guard. Before Blaine can realize exactly what
is happening, the second guard has tasered the girl, who falls to the floor in
a heap once released. She slowly rises to her feet again.
“No!” She challenges, still sounding weak from her shock.
“Avert your gaze, girl,” the guards comments calmly, not taking the bait.
“No!” She repeats, sounding slightly stronger than before. The guard simply
sighs, as though he can’t be bothered to deal with this. He pulls out his taser
once again, this time getting the girl on the chest. Once again she drops to
the floor. This time she doesn’t get back up. Blaine sees her chest still
rising, so assumes she is unconscious.
“Are you going to do as you are told now?” The female guards asks Zack. Slowly,
he drops his head and links his wrists together. Blaine doesn’t understand the
disobedience of the other subs. It has been repeatedly made clear that they are
not entitled to have an opinion on any matter, and that the Doms will always
get their way. To Blaine, it seems excessive to put up a fight for something he
is inevitably going to lose, especially when there is a high probability of
getting hurt in the process.
“Good boy,” the guard praises. Out of view of the guard, Zack shoots daggers at
the floor. Blaine can’t comprehend the action. He knows it could only really be
in reaction to being praised, as that’s appeared to be the trigger, but why
would anyone be angry that they were told they were being good? Blaine likes to
be praised as it leaves him feeling contented when the positive words are
directed at him.
Without letting go of his collar, the guard pushes Zack backwards towards the
wall.
“Everyone in a line against the wall,” she calls to the others. Blaine ends up
at the end of the line away from the door, with Nick on his other side.
Brittany and Tina are closer to the shut door, lined up next to Zack. It’s not
until everyone is in line against the wall that Blaine realizes Josie is still
passed out on the floor. Just as the female guard is about to say something,
the door swings open.
Two guards enter, dragging a body in between them. It takes a moment for Blaine
to recognize it’s Jacob, not having seen the boy look so defeated before.
“Do you want to bring that one straight over?” One of the nurses pipes up
before they are able to take Jacob to the space next to him. “We are almost
ready to start anyway.”
Blaine watches as Jacob is dragged over and thrown onto one of the beds. The
two guards start pulling leather straps out from under the bed, fastening Jacob
to the bed. His hands are pulled up above his head and are locked to the head
board, as well as another strap at his elbows to pull his arms away from his
face.
Jacob doesn’t put up any fight, his exhausted state no match for the guards
anyway. They swiftly work together to attach several more straps over his torso
and legs. By the time they are done, Jacob couldn’t move even if he wanted to.
Having been distracted watching the guards manhandle Jacob, he hadn’t noticed
the female guard traveling up the row of subs against the wall, attaching a
leash-like chain between a D-ring on the collars and previously unnoticed hooks
on the wall, just above head height. As she starts getting closer to Nick he
can see the boy getting very fidgety. He tries to send a calming smile, not
daring to talk to him and make the same mistake he made before. Unfortunately,
Nick doesn’t take any notice of him as he gets more agitated by the minute.
Just before the guard grabs Nick’s collar to clip on the chain, he pushes
himself away from the wall and towards the middle of the room.
“No! I’m sorry Blaine,” he says, addressing his friend before turning to the
guard. “I try to be good, but I can’t stand here and let you tie me up to the
bloody wall! I’m not a fucking dog you can just chain up and leave while you go
about your business!”
The guard doesn’t say anything. She steps towards him, making a grab for his
collar before Nick steps back again.
“No. You can talk to me! I understand human words. Because, news flash, no
matter what you argue I am now, I have been a normal human for the first
sixteen years of my life! Tell me why you are chaining me up against the wall!
Don’t treat me as though I am nothing more than a slab of meat!”
The guard still makes no response. Instead, the third guard, who up until this
point had been talking to the nurses, sneaks up behind Nick and throws his arm
around Nick’s neck, putting him into a head lock.
“Tell me what you are doing and I will go willingly!” Nick’s plead seems to
fall on death ears. “Treat me like I am fucking worth something!” There is
still no response from the guards.
Nick keeps trying to fight, shouting incomprehensible words, but has to give in
to the iron arm around him eventually. The guard roughly pushes Nick back
towards the wall, who has to push his hands out in front of his to prevent his
face colliding with the wall. The guard seems a bit annoyed by Nick’s action,
but decides to let it drop.
The female guard quickly chains Nick to the wall.
“You will be punished later,” she whispers into his ear, only just loud enough
for Blaine to have overheard. She grasps a second chain to hook Blaine to the
same bolt in the wall.
Blaine want to comfort his friend, but has no idea how without drawing
attention to them.
“Ok, let’s grab the unconscious girl as well. Get her strapped down before she
wakes and it’s one less that fights.” The lead nurse instructs.
Blaine watches what is happening to Jacob and Josie, preparing himself for what
he undoubtedly has in store before the end of the day.
Both beds have a similar set up with two nurses setting up a machine on the far
side of the bed, and one guard on the near side by the head of the bed. The
female guard is leaning against the wall by the door, apparently there to
provide help and supervise the remaining subs, while the two who brought Jacob
in have now both left.
The nurses working on Jacob seem more prepared than the two with Josie, who are
still setting everything up.
One of Jacob’s nurses grabs a razor, instructing the guard in how she needs
Jacob positioned. Once she is satisfied with the angle of Jacobs face, she
starts removing his stubble. Jacob doesn’t put up any fight with the razor in
such a dangerous area. As the nurse works lower, the guard still holding onto
Jacob, Blaine notices Jacob start to panic when he realizes that all hair below
is eyebrows is going to be shaved off.
He starts fighting to get away from the sharp blade, however jostling does
nothing to dislodge the guard.
“Wiggle all you want; you won’t get very far. And there is a very sharp razor
near your special crown jewels, so I suggest you try and decide if it’s worth
it. They aren’t much good to us,” the guard taunts, flicking Jacob’s penis in a
way that makes Blaine flinch in sympathy. “So it’s completely your choice if
you get to keep it or not.” Jacobs looks down his body at the nurse with the
sharp blade, eyes wide.
Blaine averts his attention towards the team on the opposite side of the room.
Josie is still unconscious, the nurse finishing up on shaving her legs. It’s
clear that she has been able to work quicker with a still body. Blaine is
curious as to what is happening. The last time he was ‘shaved’, he was locked
in chastity and whisked off to Hunter’s house for a week. As much as he learnt
from the experience, he highly doubts that’s what is about to happen now to all
eleven of them.
A metallic noise distracts Blaine from his train of thought. Re-focusing on the
room in front of him, he watches a nurse wheel over a machine. Blaine hasn’t
ever seen one before, even when he was in hospital after the guys attacked him
at the Sadie Hawkins dance. It looks quite basic, about hip height and a simple
rectangular shape, with a few hose attachments. Curious, Blaine watches as the
nurse finishes setting up the machine.
On Jacob’s side of the room the nurses have both put on sunglasses. Or at
least, Blaine can’t come up with an alternative to what else they may be. The
nurse in the blue robes switches on the machine before holding one of the hose
attachments above Jacob.
Blaine holds his breath, waiting for something. However, that something doesn’t
seem to happen. A small light shines on Jacob’s cheek, accompanied by a very
faint beeping. It takes a moment of looking around before Blaine realizes that
it definitely is the machine making the noise. He has no idea what it is doing.
Looking back over to Josie, Blaine is starting to get concerned. She still
seems to be unconscious. From experience he knows the taser is painful, and
assumes he was hit at a lower level than Josie, but he still would have thought
the girl would have woken up by now. Maybe she hit her head on her fall? He
can’t see any blood, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t bleeding internally…
Blaine tries to think logically, reasoning that the nurses working on her would
be able to tell if there was a serious issue. But then, would they do anything?
Surely they would, else why is there an infirmary in the building? It still
doesn’t settle Blaine’s worry, but he can’t do anything to stop his concerns so
instead goes for the distraction technique. He checks the progress of Jacob.
A small whimper catches his attention; Jacob starting to object to the
treatment. As the nurse moves the pipe across Jacobs face, Blaine starts to
recognize what the machine may be. He confirms his suspicions when he checks
Josie, now treating her underarm area. They are using a laser to remove the
subs hairs, likely leaving just eyebrows and head hair.
Looking back over to Jacob, Blaine watches him wince in pain either from the
stress the position is putting on his injured back or from the intensity of the
laser. Most likely both. Blaine closes his eyes, reciting his time table to try
and pass time.
“Make sure you hold him still,” one of Jacob’s nurses asks his guard when they
reach his private area. “This is the part where they are likely to object to
the most.”
The guard repositions himself so most of his weight is on Jacob’s abdomen.
Jacob shouts out in pain, the added weight putting more pressure on his injured
back as well as touching the recently treated sensitive skin on his front.
Jacob continues letting out involuntary whimpers, trying to regulate his
breathing through the pain.
He seems to be managing up until the machine is turned back on. He bites down
on his bottom lip to prevent himself from crying out. Tears start rolling down
his face.
Blaine looks away, suddenly his feet becoming considerably more interesting to
him. He tries to block out the whimpers of pain, knowing there are still eight
more subs to go through the procedure, as well as himself.
He notices when Jacob and Josie are both taken away, finally having finished
their treatment. When the guards reappear, he hears some begging and pleading;
no doubt the guards grabbing the next two subs. He knows all of them are mostly
likely about to undergo the same treatment, but also knows there is no way to
stop it. No matter how much they plead, or how hard he tries to intervene, it
won’t change any of their fates for the better, so Blaine decides to stay out
of it and just let the guards do their job.
He finds the happy place of his, where nothing around him seems to matter, and
lets himself get carried away within it. He doesn’t want to leave that place
just yet.
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A hand on his collar startles him. A guard releases the clip on Blaine’s
collar, freeing him from the wall. Looking around, Blaine realizes he is the
only one left, apparently having zoned out for longer than he thought.
“Come on you,” the guard commands tiredly, still gripping onto Blaine’s collar.
“Now, I know you are going to behave like a good boy aren’t you?” Blaine
doesn’t respond, confused over what the correct response is. Using Blaine’s
collar, the guard pushes Blaine towards the bed on the right; the one Jacob had
been in. Two nurses are waiting for him, while the other two are packing away
their station and doing what appears to be general sorting and inventory.
As Blaine is being strapped onto the table, he puzzles over the nurses,
wondering what type of employment they have at the sub house. Given the O.S.O’s
complete indifference towards the quality of a sub’s life, and the non-existent
aftercare after being on the receiving end of the whip, Blaine can’t think of a
reason as to why they would need four nurses here full time. Maybe there are
four who are employed on a part time basis, only one being on shift at a time
unless there is something bigger pre-planned; like the treatment today.
Blaine is pulled out of his train of thought by a sharp pain near his left
ankle. He lifts his head to look, biting his bottom lip to prevent making any
noises, and sees the guard having just done up the strap on his leg, trapping
his skin in the buckle. Deep breaths Blaine, deep breathshe chants to himself.
Upon seeming Blaine’s reaction, the guard chuckles. He pats Blaine’s leg
condescendingly, moving onto the next ankle and doing it up just as tight, a
mischievous glint in his eye. Trying to keep his movement to a minimum, Blaine
tries to free his trapped skin. By pointing his toe and tugging sideways, he
manages, a sigh of relief escaping him.
Blaine lays his head back down on the fluffy pillow, grateful that at least the
bed is surprisingly comfortable. He tries not to think consider that it
probably only feels as comfortable as it does due to the numerous nights
cramped up in his metal cage.
“I’m off to go check in with King Hunter,” the female guard interrupts Blaine’s
thoughts. “You all good here?”
“I would have thought so. This should be the easiest one I expect,” the second
guard responds, now sat down on a stool next to Blaine’s head. he feels a
little more relaxed once the guard leaves, knowing there is one less person in
the room. He doesn’t think the nurses are any real threat to him, at least not
in the sense of tasering him, and the third guard must have already left while
Blaine wasn’t paying attention. Although he knows he is still in the exact same
situation as before, he feels less out of control of the situation.
This moment of relaxation passes quickly when one of the nurses approaches him
with a razor, reminding Blaine of why he is there.
He tries to move his head willingly when the guard repositions him, however his
muscles don’t seem to want to cooperate. His body is tense in anticipation of
that pain that’s to come.  
Blaine is pleasantly surprised by the application of the shaving gel on his
face, being massaged across his stubble, the motion of the nurse’s hands
helping bleed out some of his tension. The hair is on the verge of being
classed a beard, just starting to lose its prickliness. It’s the longest he has
ever had it before, and it’s certainly not by choice. I should be happy it’s
going to be going; I don’t like it anyway.It doesn’t persuade him.
The nurse brings the razor down against his skin, much gentler than he
expected. Maybe they can’t risk cutting him because of the laser that’s about
to come? In time with the nurse, the guard moves Blaine’s head to give her
access to his face at the best angle. Blaine let’s himself be moved, trusting
the guard. He couldn’t object to what’s happening even if he tried, so he may
as well lay back and let them get on with their job. It’s no longer his job to
worry about his body, so it's a safe practice to put himself in other people’s
hands.
Once finished with his beard, the nurse applies the cool gel to Blaine’s
underarm, a second nurse joining them and mirroring her on his other side to
complete the process quicker.
Blondie – the name Blaine has given the second nurse due to her hair – is much
less gentle, using very little shaving gel and quick strokes to remove the hair
as quickly as possible. Somehow, even her latex gloves feel scratchier than
Blackie’s – the first nurse with the black hair.
Blaine focuses on the feeling of the bed below him. The mattress is soft;
though not soft enough for him to sink into and hide from the world like he
wishes he could. The pillow beneath his head isn’t the best he’s ever had, but
it’s better than the cold metal of his cage, despite being slightly damp from
the sweat or tears of the subs that had gone before him. He reminds himself
that he should simply be grateful they did provide a pillow on the bed; they
didn’t have to.
As more hair leaves his body, Blaine becomes aware of how cold the room is,
despite the earlier body heat and lack of proper ventilation of the windowless
room. There is a slight draft from somewhere, causing his skin to prickle where
it is still damp from the nurse removing the leftover shaving cream in each
area. Blondie drags the razor across Blaine’s groin, much in the way Hunter did
before.
He shivers.
Once the nurses have finished shaving his front, Blaine is surprised to find
himself being untied. He can’t remember this happening to any of the other
subs, but then again he didn’t really pay attention. He didn’t watch Jacob for
long before he gave up.
Once free, the guard doesn’t let go of him.
“Turn over,” the guard asks. Blaine doesn’t move for a few seconds, confused
until the guard helps manoeuvre him so he is face-down on the bed. Maybe he
didn’t see this happen because they didn’t do it to Jacob; unable to work on
his back because of the wounds.
Blondie quickly saves his back, including his neck and legs, while Blackie
starts getting the machine ready. From the swiftness of Blondie’s work, Blaine
assumes there is still a slight stubble of hairs left behind.
Too soon does Blaine feel the sharp shock of the laser. He flinches, but
manages to remain silent. It’s not as painful as he had expected, truth be
told.
The guard holds Blaine’s head still, hands on either side so his face is
straight into the pillow. Blaine inhales the scent. The pillow has a very faint
lavender smell, as though it was last washed several months ago. The main,
overpowering, scent is of a foul musk, likely having been a fair while since it
was last used.
As the nurses work their way down Blaine’s back – one operating the laser and
the other pinching and pulling his skin to the way they want it – the pain
starts rising. What started out as an annoyance is now becoming more intense.
The skin that’s already been treated feels like it’s on fire. Combining that
with the continuous pinching and the shocks of the laser, it’s verging on a
sensory overload in Blaine’s head. He starts chewing on the right side of his
bottom lip, trying to focus on that rather than shouting out from the pain.
The panic rises when he feels hands on his cheeks, pulling them apart to expose
his hole. This time he can’t help but let a whimper escape.
Be a good boy for Master.Blaine tells himself. It might hurt, but his Master
wants it to be done, therefore he needs to be still and quiet. He needs to make
Hunter proud.
Another zap causes another small whimper. Tears start welling up, but Blaine
refuses to let them fall.
As much as Blaine has always liked to be clean shaven, never there. So much has
already been taken from him – his virginity, his family, even his entire
identity – yet somehow this seems to be the worst. Maybe it’s because he didn’t
realize he had anything left to lose. Maybe he feels like he is losing the last
thing he has, even though he didn’t know he had it until now. Maybe it’s just
one thing too many; another permanent change to his body in which he has no
say.
Be a good boy, Blaine. What happens to your body is no longer up to you.He
reminds himself.
He didn’t realize he had said that out loud until he hears a chuckle from the
guard, the nurses also having stopped their ministrations.
“Yes, you’re right. And I must say, you are being a very good boy at the
moment,” the guard praises, rubbing Blaine’s shoulder. Blaine wants to feel
embarrassed; embarrassed for talking out loud, embarrassed for thinking that
way about himself, embarrassed for liking the patronizing words. However, all
those logical emotions are overshadowed by the pure euphoria he gets.
He should be embarrassed about that as well.
In a state of bliss, Blaine doesn’t even notice his legs being treated.
As the guard undoes his straps to turn him onto his back once again, Blaine
hears the door open. He doesn’t pay the new arrival any attention; that is
until they speak.
“Hello pet,” Hunter greets as Blaine’s limbs are being tied up once again now
he is on his back. The sheets that first felt relatively soft now feel like
needles on his sensitive skin, but his mind is focused on the brunette making
his way over to him.
“Master,” Blaine whines as Hunter scratches his scalp. Hunter chuckles.
“Why don’t we take a little break? Let you have a bit of a breather before
continuing,” he comments before addressing the nurses. “Why don’t you two
lovely ladies go help yourself to the coffee machine in my office, as long as
you promise to bring me one back.” Hunter hands the nurses a set of keys,
probably for his office.
The nurses leave, muttering between themselves.
“You can leave as well if you want?” Hunter addresses the guard.
“I don’t mind being here,” the guard grunt back, giving Blaine the impression
that whatever job he would have to do if he leaves would not be as good as
holding the wall up in here.
“You can head home now, finish your shift a couple of hours early…” the guard
leaves without a word, apparently the prospect of an early day being too good
to delay. “Long time no see, pet. How are you feeling?” He asks Blaine.
“It hurts, Master. It’s very intense,” he replies honestly.
“I know. But better it’s all over in one day than taking forever right?” Blaine
doesn’t agree, so decides not to respond. “Don’t worry though, I’m here now.”
Blaine nods, closing his eyes. They stay there in silence, Hunter typing
something on his phone. Eventually the nurses return, handing a drink to
Hunter. He takes it with a thanks, sticking his phone back in his pocket.
“Are we ok to continue?” Blondie asks.
“Sure,” Hunter responds nonchalantly, taking a sip of his drink. “Ouch, hot.”
The nurse chuckles in an apologizing way. “Tell me exactly what it is you are
doing?” He asks in a way of starting a conversation.
Blaine hears Blackie start to talk, but doesn’t pay attention. Hunter perches
on the bed next to Blaine’s head, one foot still on the floor and one almost
folded under him. With his free hand, he starts playing with Blaine’s curls.
Apart from the rhythmic movement of Hunter’s hand, the occupants of the room
pretty much completely ignore him.
The first shock of the laser surprises Blaine, having not been prepared for it
on the side of his face. He squeals in surprise and flinches.
“Tut tut, slut,” Hunter scolds.
“Sorry Master, I’m sorry,” he rushes to apologise.
“Ssssh,” he calms, running his hand through Blaine’s hair in a relaxing
gesture. “You were just a little spooked, weren’t you?” Blaine nods. “That’s
ok. But this time I need you to stay still and quiet, okay? I want you to
remind me what a good boy you can be. My good boy.”
“Yes Master. I am a good boy.” Yourgood boy, he adds to himself.
The next shock of the laser doesn’t surprise him as much. It still hurts, and
it’s still as intense as the others, but this time he manages to keep still and
quiet. He wishes the guard was back and holding his head still again; it would
have been much easier and required less self-control. Even with Blondie moving
his head while Blackie works, Blaine still has to fight with himself to stay
still like Hunter told him to do. No matter what, he can’t disobey Master’s
orders.
Blaine is glad when they finally finish with his face and move down, as it
means he can let his straps do most the work at holding him still.
“Tell her I said well done. That’s a great college to get accepted into! What
is she studying?” Blaine eavesdrops on Hunter’s conversation. Now that the need
to focus on staying still has lessened slightly, he is giving the distraction
method a try.
“Submissive phycology,” Blackie responds simply.
“Oh wow! We are currently hiring in that department; it’s one of the
understaffed ones. Does she want to come here a few days to get a bit of work
experience? I can’t get her in at the offices, but I’d be more than happy for
her to come shadow me some time,” Hunter offers, uncharacteristically nice
towards his employee.
“I will let her know of the offer, thank you. That will probably prove
invaluable when she comes to apply to jobs. She hasn’t managed to find any
relevant experience positions so far.”
“There isn’t any; we don’t tend to allow visitors like that as it’s more work
for us, and a lot of paperwork. But you are fantastic for coming and doing
this, so think of it as a personal favor.” Blaine feels there may be some
hidden agenda behind this, but doesn’t speculate on what it may be.
Instead he goes back to focusing on not whimpering. Although nothing was said
to him, he expects he may have made a few noises while listening to their
conversation. That’s doesn’t stop him from hearing when they start to talk
about him.
“I agree. I can now see what you can see in him,” Blackie says, Blaine hearing
only the second part of what she says.
“There is something about him. He seems to have such a strong naturally
submissive side,” Hunter adds.
“And he seems to have no reluctance to home into that part of him. He will be
amazing once he has completed training. And you will do well to not have any
competition for him!”
“I think he will be. But oh yes, I already have competition. I’ve got a few
things up my sleeve though.”
“Ohh, do tell!” Blondie flirts.
“Can’t do that, you may give away my secrets,” Hunter teases.
“Ah, damn,” Blackie curses. “Hopefully I can find a sub like he that no one
else notices. I can get an idea depending on how much they object to the
laser.”
“I wish you luck!” He replies honestly. “On the note of objection; how do you
feel about doing the procedure three months into training?”
“What do you mean?” Blondie asks.
“Should we do this treatment sooner?” Hunter clarifies.
“Nah, I think it’s about good where it is.”
“They are mostly manageable,” Blackie adds, “and with the help of the guards we
don’t have too many issues, though I’m not sure that would be the case with
them any earlier. And I don’t think you can afford to do it any later, since
you need to keep an eye out on who needs a follow up session.”
“You know more than me, I will take your word for it!” Blaine can hear the
smile in Hunter’s voice. “And I expect it probably has some phycological
message at this stage as well; you don’t even own your own body hair.” His
accompanying chuckle sends a shiver down Blaine’s spine. Does Hunter really
care that little about them?
Eventually, Blaine finally feels the last piercing shock of the laser.
“All done,” Hunter announces, patting Blaine’s shoulder. Blaine breathes a sigh
of relief, he couldn’t hold it back if he tried. “You’ve been a very good boy,”
Hunter confirms as he helps the nurses untie Blaine.
Blaine gets of the bed with the assistance of Hunter. He can’t help the small
smile that makes its way to his lips as he looks at the floor by his feet.
“Come on,” Hunter directs, leading Blaine out the room. “I had best take you
back as the cells will be locked by now.”
When Blaine arrives, everyone else is already in their cages for the night,
most of them looking as though they have already gone to sleep. Blaine climbs
up into his cage as Hunter leaves, locking the door behind him. Blaine didn’t
even notice the lack of comfort in the cages, as his mind kept replaying the
small lines of praises from Hunter.
I am a good boy.
Chapter End Notes
     hopefully the next update wont take as long... it has been /started/.

     but i say that with every update, so who knows...
***** Playing with Fire *****
Chapter Summary
     I'm still alive!
     so, maybe i wont get this fic finished over the summer. but im still
     trudging along with it :'D
     in other news i have a three chapter fic on its way some time in the
     near future, and im also in the planning of a cannon complacent fic
     that runs alongside season two (yup, you read that right, im giving
     cannon complacent a go! )
     this chapter was originally about 2500 words... it's completed
     version is over 9100 words... so although its been a while, it is at
     least a long chapter.
     and again i need to thank saferion. if it wasnt for her this chapter
     would be no where near this good, and there is a possibility i may
     have even given up on it
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The following week continues just the same as all the others, just with a lot
less hair between the group. Blaine is still set in his resolve to make it up
to Jacob, however since the ‘great shave’, as the group jokingly named it,
Jacob has been absent. At first Blaine thought maybe he had been returned to
the post in the canteen, but over the last few days it has remained empty. He
is at a loss for where Jacob could be. He knows there is no point fretting
about it; there is nothing he can do anyway. However, that knowledge doesn’t
prevent him from speculating in his spare time.
Blaine doesn’t see Jacob again until the night before the next auction. Blaine
is sat on the floor of their cell with Tina, winding down from the day and
simply taking time to enjoy each other’s company. Nick is in the shower, and
Brittany is talking to Lucy – the friend she made in the song birds.
Blaine turns to look at the door when he hears its unmistakable scrape of metal
against concrete. Having expected it to be a guard, because logically speaking
there isn’t many other alternatives, he is surprised to find Jacob entering the
cell. Blaine is about to get up to go and apologize, but pauses when he sees
the distraught look on Jacob’s face.
“What’s wrong?” He asks, twisting completely on his knees to face Jacob.
“Leave me alone,” Jacob snarls back at him before going to crawl straight into
his cage, turning his back to the room. Blaine is taken aback by the harsh
words. Before now, Jacob had only ever been either flirty or apologetic when
talking to Blaine. He didn’t realize Jacob could even have this sort of cold
side.
It also annoys him slightly. He only had his best intentions in mind, yet Jacob
wouldn’t hear him out. It’s not like it was even his fault that Jacob acted
out, was it?
Hunter blamed it partly on him, so maybe it was his fault. Sure, Jacob only did
it because Blaine wouldn’t let him make it up, but Blaine wasn’t to know what
the repercussions of that would have been. He couldn’t have prevented it,
surely? No matter what their Master said. Right?
“Pleas-“
“Fuck off Blaine!” Jacob shouts before Blaine can even form a complete word. He
sits there, on his knees, at a loss for what to do. As much as he wants to grab
Jacob by the shoulders and make him listen, he knows that’s unreasonable. Only
a few days ago the situation was reversed, with Jacob trying to apologize to
Blaine.
Although Blaine did listen to his apology, he just refused to forget about what
happened. He wasn’t at the stage of being able to forgive Jacob just yet, but
he thinks that’s understandable. Trust is something that has to be earned.
Earning trust has to start with an apology, something which Jacob refused to
accept. And it’s a two-way street, so is it really worth for Blaine to go to
all the effort to try and fix the tension between them? In just over nine
months he will likely never see Jacob again. But nine months is a long time in;
especially considering how long the last two and a bit have felt. However, does
Jacob deserve an apology considering his attitude?
“Just leave him be for now,” Tina advises, a hand on Blaine’s shoulder making
him jump slightly. He had forgotten about everyone else around him, having been
so lost in his own thoughts. Reluctantly he does as she suggests, picking up
their conversation where it was left.
 
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The morning the routine is exactly the same as the previous auctions; a guard
wakes them, they all get inspected - some cream being applied to Jacob’s back -
before they are led through to the auction display area and chained to the
floor. Jacob has positioned himself as far away from Blaine and his friends as
possible, no one surrounding him.
The auction is uneventful. There is no appearance from Barry and Sebastian, and
aside from a quick walk past all the groups, Blaine doesn’t see Hunter. During
their break for lunch Blaine decides against approaching Jacob, knowing it’s
the wrong environment to be creating any possible issues. Blaine has learnt his
lessons about causing potential trouble. Plus, he is no longer completely
convinced that he should apologize. Maybe it will be a better idea to wait
until he could drop it in a more natural conversation, rather than purposely
making the effort to simply apologize.
 
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When they finally get dismissed for the day, Blaine’s knees object to getting
up. Having decided against going to the washroom during their lunch break – a
decision his bladder is currently making him regret – his legs have gone numb
from staying in the same position all day. Apart from the couple of times a Dom
asked him to stand, he hadn’t moved from his kneeling position. At least it’s
good practice for whatever may come after training.
Most of the other subs also rise slowly, yawning in the process. It had been a
long day for them all. While they shuffle their way back to their cell, Blaine
walks with purpose in search of the toilet.
With that need finally taken care of, he feels much less stressed. For a
moment, Blaine debates going to try talking to Jacob, but decides against it.
He thinks it’s may still be too early to get through to him just yet, and he
doesn’t want to make it worse by trying. Besides, he’s afraid it may only
dampen his current good mood.
As he leaves the washroom he spots Jacob in the corner near his cage, talking
to Josie. Blaine looks away, allowing them their privacy, and instead searches
for Nick.
He is very surprised, and a little confused, when he can’t spot him. He goes
over to Brittany instead.
“Hey Britt,” he greets cheerfully.
“Hey puppy!” She smiles, reaching for his hair. Blaine bends down so she can
reach to twist at his curls, deciding to go the whole way and sit down next to
her. Brittany doesn’t say anything more, busy playing with his hair.
“Where’s Nick? And Tina?” He questions when he remembers what it was he came
over for, adding Tina on as an afterthought.
“Tina is getting a shower, you must have missed her. Nick’s gone dancing,” she
responds, still half distracted by Blaine’s hair.
“Dancing? What do you mean? Who is he dancing with?”
“With fire.” Blaine has no idea what the girl is on about, as is often the
case, so decides not to dwell on it. Maybe he simply got lost on the way back;
Brittany could count that as dancing?
“Poodle, you promised you would let me plait your hair, like, agesago! Can I do
it now? Can I, can I? Please!” She begs, changing the topic easily.
“Sure, go on then,” he concedes, having never had anyone else style his hair
before. It will make a very different look to the normal plastering of gel to
hide the curls. Well, the old normal anyway.
Blaine gets lost in the feeling of the fingers running through his hair. His
time with Hunter taught him that someone massaging his scalp calms him
considerably, sending him close to that place where nothing seems to matter and
everything is still.
It makes sense really; his mother used to play with his curls every night when
reading him a bedtime story, helping him go to sleep. It wouldn’t be an
unreasonable assumption that his body still had a subconscious reaction to the
similar motions.
He catches himself almost dropping off to sleep several times. Although the day
had not been physically draining, he thinks the mental strain of the last three
and a bit months, since he was marked a sub at his assessment, is finally
starting to catch up with him. Getting a day of downtime apparently causes all
the accumulated exhaustion to catch up.
Only another nine months of training left. And then the rest of his life
serving. The thought isn’t very relaxing, and does strike a bit of a chord.
This will now be his life: he won’t have many more chances like this to simply
relax and chill. He should make the most of the opportunity to recharge his
energy a bit.
When he hears Brittany start humming ‘The_Adventure’ by Angle and Airwaves, he
can’t help but join in, providing the vocals to Brittany’s backing track.
He doesn’t notice Nick until the end of the song.
“That was great, Blaine! It’s nice hearing you sing again!”
“Nick!” He jumps forwards to hug his friend, much to the annoyance of Brittany,
still playing with Blaine’s hair. “Where have you been! I was worried you had
gotten yourself in trouble!”
“Calm down Blaine!” he chuckles. “I had to go with a guard.”
“Oh.” Blaine breathes a sigh of relief, knowing his friend is fine.
“Blaine, what has Britt done to your hair!?” Nick exclaims, chuckling as they
sit back down, having finally noticed the state of Blaine’s curls.
“I’m plaiting Blaine’s hair!” Brittany declares proudly.
“Am I allowed to help?” Nick asks.
“Sure.”
Nick sits down next to Brittany, both of them behind Blaine. The pair start
chatting about something, from the few words he heard Blaine thinks it may be
winter sports, but he doesn’t feel in the mood to join in and instead allows
himself to simply get lost in the sensations through his hair.
“God Blaine!” Nick exclaims. “Your hair is a mess! It’s about time we get some
proper shampoo in this place! Surely the higher ups don’t want your hair to
feel like straw! You should ask Hunter for some better quality soap and stuff.”
“Why me? I don’t want to get myself in trouble!” Blaine replies, not really
understanding Nick’s angle.
“But Hunter likes you. He wouldn’t say no, would he?”
“He probably would… And punish me for it,” Blaine decides. As confident he is
in thinking Hunter likes him, he seemed pretty much indifferent during the hair
removal session. If he starts acting less subby by demanding things, Blaine is
sure Hunter will lose interest in him – after being punished first. And while
that may not be a bad thing in some aspects, in truth Blaine would rather be
with Hunter, where he knows exactly what is expected from him, than to be sent
off to some novice sub owner who can’t decide what he wants from Blaine.
“But he gives you more freedom than the rest of us, so he must like you?” Nick
almost accuses.
“He likes me as a slave; I’m convenient to him. Until I’m not.” Blaine can’t
say he disagrees with what he is saying, even though Hunter has never said so.
“Oh,” Nick replies simply, mind whirling with thoughts.
Blaine relaxes back into the silence, the whole room having also gone quieter
than before. A few people still mutter, but Blaine completely blocks out the
remaining noise. That is until he hears Jacob start talking. He listens, unable
to help himself. Since he is yet to apologize for being so cold towards him, he
hopes maybe eavesdropping on this conversation will give him an opening to do
so.
“… every night.” He hears the end of Jacob’s sentence.
“How did she manage that?” Someone questions.
“I don’t know. But she said she snuck out to keep me company. Apparently since
I was chained up in punishment, I must have the potential to be as much of a
fiery little devil as she was. Her words, not mine!” he chuckles. “She would
keep telling me of all these plans she had on how to save everyone; wild ideas
that could never happen, but nevertheless where fun to imagine.”
“Like what?” The same voice questions, sounding genuinely excited.
“Like how people would come and blow up the place.”
Blaine wonders how on earth that would actually help them all escape? Would it
not just mean they would all die?
Blaine’s attention is stolen by Brittany, who accidentally painfully tugs a
couple of strands of his hair, pulling them out.
“Ouch!” He exclaims, a bit annoyed but trying to hide it with a jokey tone.
“Sorry. There are lots of knots,” she replies, not sounding particularly sorry.
He turns his attention back to Jacob and his friend.
“…as they wouldn’t have a building to keep us in. Or we would be able to escape
while the guards where focused on stopping the flames – especially if it’s
overnight, as there doesn’t seem to be many guards about.”
“But surely if we ran away they would just bring us back?”
“Not if there isn’t a building to bring us back to!” Jacob claims proudly. “And
they would have to find us first.”
“Well, they would easily find us; we are all branded with the logo and all have
our ID number tattooed. They always seem to be one step ahead, so they probably
have some way to collect and round us up quickly…”
“But collect us up to where? This building would have burnt down. There are so
many impossibilities - I think they would leave us be!”
“They could take us back to the holding centers? There is probably enough space
to keep us there until they have rebuilt the house,” the other boy argues. From
Blaine’s position, he can’t see who the second voice belongs to, but does think
he has heard it before.
“Well, as I said, they were wild ideas. You would need to be able to
communicate to someone on the outside to pull it off; and if we could do that
then there would probably be much easier ways,” Jacob dismisses, but doesn’t
quite manage to hide the disappointment from his tone.
“So, what else did you find out from her?” Josie questions. Until that point,
Blaine hadn’t realized she was part of the conversation.
“Well. Before she left for her appointment and was labelled a sub, she said the
news was predicting the coldest winter on record; so that’s not going to be fun
for us as I highly doubt this place is heated. Umm… Apparently there doesn’t
seem to be anyone decent running for president. All of them are highly for the
slave trade, so there is no hope of it getting abolished before we are
‘trained’. But there are also rumors of an increase in groups against the
trade. I doubt it’s true; that rumor had been going about at my school for
years and nothing has happened so far, so I wouldn’t get my hopes up.”
“I have never heard of anti-slavery groups before?” Someone ponders.
“Exactly, I think it is just a rumor started by teenagers in the hope it is
true if they are marked a sub. I never heard an adult saying it.”
“Maybe she, um what was her name?”
“She called herself Kitty...”
“Maybe Kitty lived in the same area as you to hear the same rumors? Everyone
hears different old-wives-tales depending where they live right? Maybe that was
a rumor from your area.”
Their discussion is interrupted by the arrival of a guard on their usual
nightly round, informing them it is lights out in five minutes, and signaling
they need to go in their cages and get ready to sleep. Considering the close
placing of the cages in the room, Blaine is not keen on finding out how hard it
would be to find his own cage in the pitch black of ‘lights out’. With a quick
good night hug to Nick and Brittany, he gets up into his cage.
As Blaine tries to drift off to sleep, the lyrics from earlier seem to keep his
subconsciousness awake, playing on his mind.
‘Even if your hope has burned with time,
Anything that's dead shall be re-grown,
And your vicious pain, your warning sign,
You will be fine.’
“Life is waiting to begin,” he mumbles as he finally succumbs to sleep.
 
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The following morning Blaine wakes up with a really sore back. He doesn’t quite
understand why, as he hasn’t done anything different to normal, but assumes he
must have slept funny on it. Hardly a surprise, considering the cage isn’t the
most accommodating of places to sleep. It’s more a surprise that he hasn’t
woken with a crick in his neck before now.
Today is the first sex session in one of the bedrooms. Maybe he will get to lay
on a mattress; that might help his back.
After going about his morning routine, Blaine attempts a few stretches to try
and crack his back and reduce the pain. He can feel all his joints popping and
clicking from stiffness, but it doesn’t have the immediate effect he was hoping
for.
Blaine gives in when the guard arrives to unlock their cell for the day,
leaving as quick as he arrived. Blaine leans against the row of cages while he
waits for Nick to finish getting sorted before they walk to today’s only
session together.
When they arrive, the two rooms they had been told they would be using turned
out to be next to each other. A guard is positioned by the open door of room P,
directing everyone in there first. This room is exactly like the other bedrooms
he has been in – a large bed with the headboard against the side wall, sticking
out into the middle of the room, and several cabinets lining the remaining wall
space.
“Right guys,” the guard starts. Blaine remembers giving this guard a nickname,
but it was so long ago that he last saw him, he can no longer remember what it
was. It must have been something to do with his buck teeth…
“I’ve got a quick introduction before we will be splitting you into your two
groups for these lessons,” he continues. “Basically, these are your sex
lessons. We don’t expect you to know much about sex – I’m pretty confident most
of you were virgins before coming here – which is why we have these lessons.”
Blaine suddenly remembers the name he gave this guard. Donkey, on account of
looking like an ass. “I know you have had a few encounters with sexual
experiences since being here, but there are lots of different ways you may be
used, so we are preparing you for all of them. Like everything we teach you
here, it is in your best interests to learn as much as you can. You will also
be set homework from these lessons for you to complete in the evenings, and
sometimes you will even get presents to help! Although we do not watch over you
to make sure you do your homework, there will be consequences if we don’t see
improvement between sessions.
“Ok. I think that’s everything. Now, we always split these sessions into two
groups so you get more one-to-one time. Since this group is about an even mix
of genders, I want the girls to stay in here with me and the boys to head to
room Q next door. Someone should already be there, and for future sessions that
is where you should go to. You are dismissed.”
Blaine rises to leave, Nick right behind him. There are four other boys in his
group as well. Of course there is Jacob, and one Blaine vaguely remembers as
Max. The other two Blaine doesn’t know the names of. One is very average;
average size, average height and somehow even manages to have an average sandy
brown hair. The other is incredibly skinny, and almost as pale as the white
walls in the building. The pale boy is the one Jacob was talking to in the
washroom yesterday.
As Donkey predicted, another guard was already waiting for them in the room.
“Come on in guys,” he greets cheerfully, sitting on the edge of the bed
extending out into the middle of the room, his arm hanging casually over a box
on the bed next to him. Blaine internally grumbles; no one should be this happy
this early in the morning, especially in a place like this. “Hello, Hello! Come
on in, kneel down in front of me. That’s it guys,” he encourages as the group
cautiously make their way over to him. Something about the man makes Blaine
feel a bit on edge. He is not the type of guard Blaine is used to seeing in
this place.
He kneels down as far away as he can get away with, putting one of the other
guys between himself and the guard.
“So, we will be starting of right at the beginning. Gag reflexes. What do you
know about them?” There is definitely something not quite right with this guy.
“Yes,” he points Max, who has his hand up.
“They tell us our body doesn’t want stuff shoved down our throats,” Blaine has
to hold back a snicker.
“Well, you aren’t wrong. However just because your body doesn’t want it,
doesn’t mean it shouldn’t get used to it.” God, this guy seems to really
believe in everything he is saying. “Today will be the first step in training
you out of your gag reflex. We will be taking it nice and slowly for you.
“I’ve got two nice little presents for you all today; one you get to keep and
one we will keep in here. Who’s first?”
When, unsurprisingly, no one volunteers he points to Max, calling him forwards.
“What’s your ID?” He asks, picking up a stack of folders from the box.
“4762.” Max replies. The guard shuffles through the folders until finding what
must be Max’s. He opens it up before setting it down beside him, the remaining
folders put back in the box.
“The homework I set you today will help you improve your gag reflex, and I will
explain that towards the end of our session. But before I can judge if you have
been able to improve, I first need to know what your base level is.” He pulls
out a neon green dildo from the box. Blaine has to do a double take to make
sure he is seeing what he thinks he is. There are also lines marked even
distances down the length of the dildo’s shaft.
“This is nothing to be afraid of,” the guard tries to reassure them. “We will
take it slowly. 4762, I want you to open your mouth, and we are going to see
how far you can take it. Ready?” Without giving Max enough time to respond, he
starts pushing the dildo into Max’s mouth as soon as he opens his lips.
“Good boy, that’s it,” the guard encourages. Max just about makes it to the
first mark before gagging. Straight away the dildo is removed, and the guard
rubs Max’s back in a comforting manner. “You made it about an inch before we
encountered issues. That’s not bad.”
Once Max has managed to get his throat back under control the guard removes his
hand and starts rummaging through the box once again, this time retrieving a
pen. He picks up Max’s folder, noting down the amount he managed to take.
“Ok, anyone volunteering to go next?” He says once he puts the folder back
down. After a brief moment of silence, he chuckles. “Thought as much. It
doesn’t matter to me at this moment in time, however you will be expected to
raring and willing to do whatever your Master requests. That’s your bonus
lesson of the day.” The guard twists round to the file of folders behind him,
taking one of the top. “Ok, looks like we have 5226 next then.”
It take’s Blaine longer than it should to realize that’s him. Reluctantly he
crawls forwards.
“Well done,” he praises, his hand under Blaine’s chin and thumb stroking
Blaine’s chin. Blaine finds the gesture patronizing.
The guard wipes the dildo on the bed sheet before holding it in front of
Blaine.
“Ready?” He asks as Blaine already starts opening his mouth to receive the
lifeless silicone penis. “Oh, yes you are! Well done!”
The moment the dildo first passes Blaine’s lips, he instantly wants to gag. Not
only does he not want to be doing this, and has everyone watching, it’s not
helped by the vile smell of the object. Blaine wouldn’t be surprised if he
discovered that the dildo hasn’t ever been properly cleaned. And that cannot be
hygienic.
He tries hard to block out the smell, going so far as to hold his breath. That
almost works, until the phallic object touches his tongue. Somehow the taste
manages to be much worse than the smell.
He tries to block it all out of his mind, but makes it just as far as Max
managed before he retches.
As with Max, the neon object is removed straight away and a hand starts rubbing
his back in a circular motion. It takes Blaine maybe thirty seconds to stop dry
heaving, and even then his throat still keeps convulsing. Although the dildo is
no longer in his mouth, he swears he can still taste and smell it. It will
probably take a while for his senses to recover.
“Well done, 5226. You managed an inch as well,” the guard comments as he writes
in Blaine’s file. “You all good?”
“Yes Sir,” he just about manages to croak out.
“You can go back to your spot now. Next…” He announces, grabbing the next
folder.
Jacob and the two remaining subs Blaine also manage an inch. Nick is the last
to go, and somehow gets to just under two inches before he can take no more.
“Well done,” the guard praises as Nick finally stops gagging. It appeared that
the more you managed to take, the longer it took to recover. “Right then. I now
know where you all are at without any training or any force. I will test you
again next week, and you should have improved.
“To do this, I’m giving you some homework, as well as your first present!” He
says excitedly, pulling a small drawstring bag from the seeming endless box.
“4762. Since you went first, you get your present first. What color do you
want? I think there is red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple.”
“Blue…” Max answers cautiously, worried it may be a trick question.
However, it doesn’t seem to be. The jolly guard pulls out a blue toothbrush
from the bag, handing it to Max. Jolly – that seems as good a name for the
guard as any.
Max cradles the toothbrush in his hands as though it is the most precious thing
he owns. And in reality, Blaine reasons that it probably is. They have no
control over their own bodies, so it would be nice to own something. Not that
it would prevent the OSO taking it from them, but the thought is there.
“Of course, we expect you to use the toothbrush for your teeth, and if the
whole group, including the girls, does their homework and improves before next
week, you will also be rewarded with toothpaste. It is a group effort with the
girls as well, and if even one of you hasn’t improved how far you can take the
dildo, no one gets a reward, so it’s in your interest to make sure everyone
improves.
“As for the homework: you will be using your brush to help control your gag
reflex. A couple of times a day I want you all to brush your tongue to help
desentitize your throat. Don’t push yourself too far too soon, start slowly.
Pass the brush to me a moment,” Jolly requests. Reluctantly Max hands it back
over. “Turn to the side so the others can see, and open up.”
Jolly pushes the brush into Max’s open mouth, the bristles against his tongue.
A little over an inch in Jolly stops pushing in further, and instead rubs
little circles onto Max’s tongue. Max gags a little, but not enough to make him
too uncomfortable. It’s not long before Jolly stops and hands the toothbrush
back to Max.
“Well done,” he praises, caressing Max’s cheek like he did to Blaine. “That’s
all you need to do. After a couple of days you should be able to take the brush
further and do the exact same thing. You should work at your own rate, but we
do expect you to be at four inches by next week, so you will need to be
proactive in practicing, hence getting to keep the toothbrush.
“I want to watch each of you doing it before we move on. So next was 5226. What
color?”
Blaine picks the red brush for no other reason than it being the only color he
can remember. In turn, they each practice the task set under Jolly’s watchful
eye. Once they all have their brushes, Jolly gets them all to have another go
as well. This time is slightly more comfortable, but still makes Blaine gag, he
was just a bit better at trying to ignore it.
“Well done. If you guys want to pass them back to me for a bit, as we won’t be
needing them for the rest of the lesson,” Jolly phrases as a suggestion, but
Blaine knows it isn’t. He hands his brush over, and Jolly puts them all near
the pillow. He cringes slightly when he sees the bristles of the brushes all
touching one of another, hating to think how many germs there must now be on
his brush. But then poor Nick had to take the dildo after everyone else had
already had their turn. The guard doesn’t seem to particularly care about the
spread of germs between the subs.
Blaine just hopes that the bed has clean linen on.
“Now, onto the final bit of today’s lesson. We have managed to get through
everything quite fast, so as soon as we finish this I will allow you to leave
early.” He goes back into his box and pulls out a clear spray bottle.
Blaine eyes it suspiciously, warry of anything without a proper label on it.
“This spray is going to help aid you on the next little task I have, and it
will help you with your homework. It’s a little magic spray that will numb your
throat slightly to enable you to take a dildo further. You need to do this so
you have an idea of what it feels like when deep throating.” He gestures for
each sub in turn, asking them to open their mouths before applying two squirts.
Blaine flinches when he feels the first spray, unable to help himself. He is
more prepared for the second, but still grimaces. Thankfully Jolly either
doesn’t notice or decides to ignore it.
Blaine tries not to show any objection; however the taste is vile, almost like
a mixture of cough medicine and fish oil. Blaine keeps swallowing, trying to
flush out the taste. After maybe a minute, Blaine’s mouth starts going all
tingly. He tries not to panic, reasoning that it is probably the numbing spray
starting to work, but it is such a weird sensation he can’t help but worry it
shouldn’t be feeling that way.
“Now, it will feel weird to begin with, but after a few minutes it should
settle down.” He rummages in the box again, pulling out a handful of long pink
sausages.
It takes longer than Blaine cares to admit, especially considering the current
circumstances, to realize they aren’t sausages, but are in fact dildos.
“You each get one of these, which for now will be stored in here. I am going to
write your number on the base,” he says, picking up a sharpie from the box and
writing the number corresponding to the file at the top of the pile. “As soon
as I see you take the dildo to a satisfactory depth, I will give you permission
to leave and head back to your cell.  1647,” he calls, having written a number
on the first dildo. The pale sub moves forwards and takes the phallic item. He
holds it very lightly and away from him, as if it might bite. “This will be
uncomfortable, but this is the only time you have to do it, but that does mean
it has to be done right. 9103,” he calls for Nick. Eventually he gets through
the whole pile, giving Max the final one.
After a brief explanation of exactly what is required, they are all instructed
to take the dildo. Blaine doesn’t start straight away, unsure how to go about
it. He watches Nick, who although looks reluctant, does appear to be trying his
hardest.
“Struggling?” Blaine jumps, having not realized the guard had snuck up behind
him.
“Sorry, Sir,” he replies, dropping his head.
“The first time’s the worst. Well, maybe. You just need to go for it.” Blaine
nods. He looks at the dildo cradled in his hands on his lap. Slowly, trying to
delay it as long as possible, he raises the daunting object to his mouth. He
takes a deep breath before parting his lips and pushing it in.
Blaine does make it further than the previous dildo, but that’s more to do with
the lack of a vile smell than to the aid of the throat spray.
Keeping his head down, he lifts his eyes to the guard.
“Now that is a little disappointing, but that’s ok. You need to keep going and
push past your comfort zone. Until you make it to the back of your throat,
there isn’t really any tips I can give to take it further.”
The guard leaves him be, moving around to watch the next sub.
Blaine tries again, but doesn’t fare any better. He simply can’t do it, and he
has no idea why! There seems to be some kind of mental block, but he has no
idea what it is or how to solve it. He looks back over to Nick, who currently
has the whole length of the fake penis in his mouth. Blaine is impressed; he
thinks this must be the first time Nick has been so determined to complete a
task.
If Nick, who spends a lot of evenings complaining about the sessions and
mocking the guards, can manage this task, then Blaine should be able to; it
must be easier than he is making it out to be. He tries again.
This time he is more successful, managing to reach the back of his mouth before
encountering issues. He pulls the dildo out as fast as he can, coughing and
gagging up a bit of a storm. When he finishes, he realizes that everyone else
had stopped to look at him. He flushes red, embarrassed.
“It’s alright,” the guard calms, making his way over. “Carry on everyone,” he
instructs to the group before turning his attention back to Blaine. He bends
over slightly to rub calming circles on Blaine’s back causing Blaine’s coughing
to start back up, although less violent this time. The numbing spray is
aggravating his throat more than it’s helping with the dildo.
Eventually the coughing stops once again, Jolly giving him a few moments to
gather himself before saying anything.
“Good boy. Do you need some more spray?”
“No thank you, Sir.” Blaine doesn’t particularly want to taste that again, the
original spray taste only just starting to disappear.
“What happened?”
“It wouldn’t go past the back of my mouth, Sir. It won’t fit!” Blaine struggles
to keep the despair out of his voice. Although he doesn’t like the task, he
wants to impress the guard. He wants to impress Hunter. He doesn’t like
failing.
“Don’t worry, it will,” Jolly tries to reassure him. “But it probably feels
quite strange. Your body is just objecting at the moment. Now, I want you to
try again, but this time, tilt your head up as you do it. It means the dildo
will have a clearer, straighter path to follow. Also, you need to swallow as
you push it down to help your throat take it.”
The guard stays with him as he tries again. Blaine takes his time, trying to
think calming thoughts, but once again has to stop when he hits the back of his
mouth.
“That’s ok, you didn’t choke as much this time so it is an improvement, just
keep trying. If you need any more spray just ask, ok?” Blaine nods. “Good boy.”
He tries to relax into the praise that normally calms him, but today he is too
on edge for it to have any effect. He tries once again to take the dildo, but
manages even less this time. His breathing is starting to quicken, which is
only making it harder for himself.
He looks back over to Nick, trying to ground himself. Once again Nick has the
dildo as far down as possible, but Jolly is also with him this time.
“Well done,” he praises, quickly looking at his watch as Nick removes the
dildo. “I’m afraid it’s still a little early to get away with letting you go
just yet – you managed much quicker than I expected. Umm. Ok, so how about you
get a bit of a head start on next week?” He pauses, probably waiting for an
acknowledgement from Nick. When it’s clear Nick isn’t going to answer, he
continues anyway. “I want you to try different approaches; try teasing it,
going different speeds, exploring different areas. Understand?” Nick nods, so
Jolly leave him to it.
Blaine brings his attention back to his dildo. Nick can do it, therefore he can
too. He takes a few calming breaths before trying again. This time he manages
to take even less of the dildo.
Blaine starts to get frustrated with himself. He is getting worse, not better!
Looking around the room, it appears Blaine is the only one left who hasn’t
managed to get close to taking the whole thing. He tries again, pushing it in
too fast and gagging himself. Jolly walks back over to him.
“It’s ok, take a breath,” he commands. “Go slow and take it in steps. Push it
in a bit, then pause, then push it in further, and so on.” Blaine obeys, but
once again gets stuck at the back of his mouth. “Don’t forget to raise your
head,” he reminds. Blaine internally beats himself up for forgetting that tip.
However, when he raises his head it feels wrong. A submissive should keep their
head down, and this goes against that. And not only does he have his head up,
he is almost looking down his nose to be able to see Jolly, which sits just as
heavy on his conscience. “That’s it,” the guard encourages.
The position may feel wrong to the submissive side of Blaine, but it’s what Sir
wants, so it’s alright. Submissives are meant to do what the Doms ask of them,
so if Jolly wants Blaine to be positioned like this, then it is Blaine’s
responsibility to do it; to obey his temporary Master.
This would be much less confusing if his real Master was here.
He does as Jolly suggested, taking his time and moving little by little. He
does make it a little further before panicking, unable to breathe.
“Tell the difference with this time?” Blaine glares in response; this time he
almost died! Ok, maybe that is a bit overdramatic, but the sensation of being
unable to breathe was scary. Jolly leaves him to watch one of the other subs as
Blaine makes his second attempt with the new technique. This time he must end
up approaching it at a different angle, as his gag reflex kicks in much
earlier, but he forces himself to take it a little further before the gagging
becomes unbearable. It takes a while for it to settle down, once again dry
heaving for a considerable time.
He is grateful they haven’t been given any food today. No doubt that it would
have been making a reappearance if it wasn’t for his empty stomach.
“Ok,” he overhears Jolly. “I can get away with dismissing you now.” Looking up,
Blaine notices it’s Nick he is talking to. “I know you haven’t eaten today, but
you need to head straight back to your cell. Some point before lights out, I
will send someone to deliver something to tire you over till tomorrow. Pass me
your dildo, then you are allowed to leave.”
Blaine watches Nick submissively present the object, possibly the first time he
has acted this way of his own accord. Part of Blaine is proud of his friend who
is apparently starting to work out his place, but another, bigger part is
jealous. Nick outshone him by a lot this session, and Blaine doesn’t like the
praise and attention being directed towards someone else. What if Hunter
changes his mind and finds a better sub than him?
His eyes follow Nick as he leaves the room, wishing it was him who was going.
He tries the dildo again, determined to get it right and show Jolly that he can
also be a good sub. His haste only leads to another gagging session.
Everything is starting to ache now. His chest is hurting from all the heaving
and his throat feels sore from the abrasion. But possibly what pains him the
most is his self-proclaimed status as best submissive is diminishing with every
failed attempt.
Blaine continues trying, his determination increasing every time someone is
dismissed until there is only him and the pale boy left.
When that boy also is allowed to leave, Blaine can’t help the groan of
frustration that escapes him.
“What’s wrong?” Jolly ask, sounding almost too sympathetic for it to be real.
“I’m not being a good boy!” Blaine says dejectedly.
“Why not?”
“I can’t do it! I want to do it. I’m trying to do it. Everyone else could do
it. But I can’t! Why can’t I do it?” Blaine pleads, his voice rising.
“It takes a bit of practice for some people. Not everyone takes to it easily,
and that is exactly why this is a lesson; to help teach those who can’t do it.
So, why can’t you do it?”
“I don’t know!” He shouts back at the guard, his words doing nothing to calm
the panic starting to rise. What will Hunter think of him?
“Stop it.” The guard responds, not raising his voice. But it is the calmness in
the words that causes Blaine to stop and look at Jolly. “Come over here with
me,” he directs as he goes to sit on the edge of the bed. He points to the
floor in front of his feet, indicating for Blaine to kneel there. “This is your
last chance to answer my question; what is your issue?”
“I can’t do it!” He pleads. “It hurts, it won’t fit, and I just can’t make
myself do it. But I want to. honestly, I want to do it! Please help me do it!”
“You are meant to be doing it yourself… but I guess you have tried to, so there
is no harm in helping, right?” Blaine doesn’t reply, deciding it is probably a
rhetorical question. “First, lets get some more spray.” Blaine sighs, not
wanting more but knowing it will be the only way he can. Obediently, he opens
his mouth without prompting, and tries his hardest to receive the 4 spray puffs
without flinching. “Good boy,” Jolly praises, waiting a few moments to give
Blaine’s mouth the chance to stop stinging as much. “Try again now. Remember;
head up, go slow, breathe through your nose for as long as you can, and swallow
with it. Off you go.”
Blaine takes the dildo to his lips, determined he will do it. he needs to
redeem himself. He gets to the point where he previously encountered issues,
and by repeating Jolly’s words like a mantra he manages to take it a little
further.
By a fraction of an inch.
He pulls off, looking up at Jolly with pleading eyes.
“Pass it up here,” he commands. Blaine likes it when a command is given, as it
means someone else can take charge and takes the decisions out of his hands. “I
think it will be better if I simply force it. You have tried your best, and I
commend you for that, but I think I’m right in saying you just want it done,
correct?” Blaine nods. He doesn’t think that will help, since he simply can’t
do it, but it’s what the dom thinks, so it must be what is right.
He opens his mouth as wide as he can.
Having someone else in control of the dildo seems to make it worse, being
unable to control the speed and depth.
Blaine starts panicking, unable to breathe. He tries to back away, but in doing
so makes it more uncomfortable for himself, the silicone object pushing in the
wrong directions.
I can’t breathe. He continues thrashing to try and escape the dildo. The guard
doesn’t seem to realize what is happening, and instead continues attempting to
push the dildo further.
I’m going to die! I can’t breathe.Blaine enters full on panic mode, feeling
sweat beading on his forehead. He is trying to kill me!
Blaine doesn’t know what to do. He tries pleading with his eyes, but it goes
unnoticed by Jolly. His vision starts going blurry around the edges, shapes
moving in strange ways.
He thrashes his arms out, trying for something, anything, to stop this person
from killing him.
He has a moment of confusion where he swears he sees Nick in his Dalton
uniform, before his vision goes black and he passes out.
 
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He comes back round in stages. First he is aware that he is now laying
horizontal on the floor. Secondly he is aware of a pillow beneath his head. And
finally, opening his eyes, his is aware of the guard kneeling next to him,
carefully watching Blaine.
He makes a move to sit up, but the guard puts a hand on his chest to keep him
down.
“Careful now. Just stay still. Do you know what happened?” Blaine shakes his
head, but then instantly regrets the motion, sharp pains shooting through his
skull. “Shhh, stay still.”
A few moments later a second guard arrives. This guard also kneels next to him,
reaching towards him. Blaine is too confused by the strangeness of the
situation to react to the hands. It seems wrong for two doms to be on their
knees.
He doesn’t realize what the second guard was doing until he feels a sudden lack
of pressure around his throat. He slowly rolls his head to the side to watch as
the guard places his collar down on the floor.
He gulps in fresh air.
“Steady,” Jolly warns. “Slow breaths. We don’t want you passing out again.” The
second guard chuckles as though there is some joke Blaine isn’t in on. Blaine
feels himself start to go light-headed again, so he closes his eyes. He feels
so light without his collar around his neck. He’s not sure how much of the
light headiness is from almost suffocating and how much is from lack of the
leather.
His brain hurts too much to think, so he drops the thought.
“Do you want to sit up?” Jolly asks.
“Please,” Blaine says, opening his eyes again. He feels hands underneath him,
helping him up into a sitting position. Jolly positions Blaine to be propped up
against him. The new position causes another dizzy spell, making him feel sick.
He leans forwards, retching, but his stomach is still empty. Jolly rubs
Blaine’s back comfortingly, but doesn’t have the desired effect.
It brings Blaine back to the present. He is sat on the floor, with two doms
watching him. Without a collar. Having just passed out instead of completing
the task he was set.
“Sorry Sir! I’m really sorry!” He pleads, scrambling onto his knees to face
Jolly. He feels slightly woozy again, but tries to power through it. “I’m sorry
I’m not a good sub! I try to be a good boy, I promise!” He didn’t realize he
was swaying until there are hands on his shoulder, holding him still. He
breathes deeply.
“Calm down, 5226,” the guard behind him commands. Blaine tries to obey, he
really wants to, but he is worried he may have already started on the slippery
slope of a panic attack.
“Please don’t tell M-Master! I don’t want to disappoint him! I want to be a
good boy. I want to be the best boy he has ever had! I want.. I want.. I want
to learn how to be a good boy, but it is too hard!” Blaine stutters, struggling
to get the words out. “Please, please help me learn. H-help me try again. I
want to do it. I ne-need to prove that I am a good boy.” Blaine says with quick
breaths, looking longing at his collar laid on the floor, worried it won’t be
going back on. “I don’t want Master to think I’m useless,” he shakes his head
continuously to emphasize his point. “I’m not useless, I want to be good.” Too
lost in his head, Blaine misses the look that passes between the two guards. “I
need more time to be taught, but I am willing to learn! I’m not ready to be let
out into the world yet. I need much more training, please. I want to be taught!
There are still times where I have the wrong sort of thoughts, bad thoughts,
but I try to push them out and be a good submissive. Please don’t tell Master.
I will prove I can be better. I am willing to learn. Please don’t take away my
collar! I can prove that I am worthy of being a sub-”
“5226. Tell me five things you can see.” The strange request stops Blaine’s
rant in its tracks. He considers the order for a moment before replying.
“You. My collar. The pillow. The bed. And umm… the door?”
“Well done,” Jolly smiles at him, Blaine relaxing slightly at the approval.
“Now. What four things can you touch?”
“Umm… My legs. You. The floor. The pillow?” Blaine reaches towards each thing
he lists, but doesn’t quite touch.
“That’s a good boy,” Blaine smiles, waiting for the next command.
“A bit harder, but can you think of three things you can hear?”
“Your voice. My voice,” Blaine has to listen hard, trying to hear something
else. “Breathing?” Jolly nods.
“Two things you can smell?”
“My sweat,” he replies, grimacing at the thought. “Umm. I think.. um.. is there
something apple-y scented?”
“Possibly my shampoo; I think that’s apple,” the guard behind him answers.
Jolly nods.
“Last one. One thing you can taste?” Blaine chomps his lips slightly, thinking
about what he can taste.
“That spray?”
“Good answers,” Jolly praises. “How are you feeling now?” Blaine considers it
for a moment before answering.
“Much better, thank you Sir.” He is surprised to realize it’s true. He no
longer feels the sense of impending doom. “I’m sorry-“
“Shhh. No, not now. You’ve only just calmed down, lets not work yourself back
up again,” Jolly jokes.
“Can… can I ple-please… can I please have my collar back?” He asks, hoping they
decide he is worthy enough to continuing training.
“Oh, of course. Don’t worry about it, we only took it off so you could breathe
better. Nothing more serious, relax.” Blaine does, one concern taken care off.
The second guard grabs the collar, placing it round his neck much more
carefully than Blaine had expected.
“Is this how tight it was?” He asks. Blaine nods slightly in response, before
hearing the locking mechanism click into place. Blaine stays on his knees while
the guards have a quick chat, before the second guard leaves.
“5226?” Blaine looks up, but keeping his eyes down, to show he is listening. I
am calling an end to your training today, I don’t think it will be right for
you to continue tonight. And it’s getting late.” Blaine nods in understanding.
“You do understand that I will be telling Hunter what has happened, right?”
Blaine nods once again. Although he doesn’t want Hunter to know, he understands
that they need to tell him. “I don’t know what he will do, but he will probably
speak to you at some point in the next few days.” Blaine nods. He is going to
spend the next few days on edge, worrying about his Master’s reaction, but he
is going to have to learn to get through it himself. “Let me grab your brush,
then you are dismissed.” Blaine waits for Jolly to return with his toothbrush
before he leaves, wanting to get back to the safety of his cage and sleep the
rest of the day away.
As he rounds a corner only a few corridors away from his cell, he bumps into
Nick walking out of one of the other off shooting corridors.
“Oh, um. Hey Blaine!” Nick greets, slightly surprised to see Blaine but
recovering quickly. He pauses, waiting for Blaine to catch up, before they both
continue walking back to their cell. “I was looking for you. What are you up
to?”
“I’m going back to the cell. What do you think I was doing?” He smiles, trying
to put on a brave face.
“Oh. Have you only just finished the lesson? What happened?” Nick asks,
concerned.
“Oh, nothing much. I’m just not as much of a natural as the rest of you,” he
chuckles. Nick smiles with him. The walk the rest of the way in silence.
When they arrive, Blaine quickly heads into the washroom to grab a drink from
the tap, placing his toothbrush in a cup with the others. As he re-enters the
main cell room Nick turns to look at him, but he ignores the group of his
friends sat together on the floor and climbs into his cage, his back to the
room. He can’t help but feel guilty for not completing the lesson, and dreads
to discover Hunter’s reaction.
At some point one of the graduated subs arrives with some food for them all,
but Blaine declines his. He thinks Nick may have taken it, but didn’t care
enough to check.
Long after light’s out, Blaine finally succumbs to sleep.
Chapter End Notes
     This fic is currently sort of on hiatus for the next few months.
     i am still working on it, but not really.
     i am currently working on a cannon complacent fic which has a self
     set deadline (the todaydreambeleivers rewatch for any of you on
     tumblr), and also juggling assignments for uni, as well as rehearsals
     for two different shows in december. i would have said i planned to
     work on getting several chapters done over christmas, however i have
     two assignments and an exam in january so can't see me having time.
     the final chapter of the cannon complacent fic is set to be posted at
     the end of february, and once thats done i hope to pick up this fic
     again.
     hold tight, THIS FIC WILL NOT BE ABANDONED! But i dont expect to
     update much until march 2018. subscribe to get a notification when i
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Chapter Summary
     Im alive! and back with a new chapter!!
     however the next update wont be until at least june... but lets not
     focus on that. lets focus on the 8999 words below!
     I want to thank every single person who keeps coming back despite the
     long breaks and irregular updates, even the people who dont comment.
     although a special shout out to every single person who comments, as
     you are who keep me motivated and kick my backside into gear to post
     the next chapter, especially the people who keep coming back each
     update!
     a quick reminder of what this fic is about: blaine, nick, tina and
     brit are subs, going through training to become the best slaves.
     Jacob and blaine arent on the best of terms. in the last chapter
     there was some jokey talk about how the subs in blaines group could
     get free, stemmed from kitty (a younger submissive). Blaine had an
     incident with the blowjob lesson and panics about being a
     disappointment to hunter.
     hopefully that helps you remember what is going on
The day passes in a blur, Blaine exhausted from his lack of sleep the night
before. Although he did eventually fall asleep, he didn’t stay that way for
long. About an hour after dropping off he woke up with a start, having dreamt
that an angry Hunter was whipping his chest for failure to take the silicone
penis.
The dream had put him on edge all day, waiting for Hunter to make an
appearance. The guard said Hunter would be informed, so realistically it would
only be a matter of time until he made an appearance. Blaine was sure of it.
When he returns from the last lesson of the day – his Song Bird rehearsals - he
decides to make the most of the relatively empty washroom. Maybe a shower will
help him get a better night’s sleep; he hopes that clearing his body of
physical dirt will also clear his mind of mental dirt. Having gone about his
business, he eyes the pot of toothbrushes on the counter, the red brush
taunting him. He can’t bring himself to practice with it just yet, even though
he knows that out of everyone, he needs it the most. He is worried it will
cause a repeat of yesterday, and he isn’t sure he can go through that again
just yet, especially not on his own. He turns his back to the counter, stepping
under the cold spray of the nearest shower. He grabs the two-in-one shampoo off
the tiny wall shelf next to him. It’s a lot heavier than the bottle from a
couple of days ago, likely a new one. He wonders who is responsible for
checking each cell has everything stocked up; he couldn’t picture a guard on
cleaning duty, but someone must do it in order to keep the cells in a
relatively good order.
He squirts a large dollop of the shampoo onto his hand. Blaine takes his time
showering, the water not seeming to be quite as cold as normal. ‘Or maybe I’m
just becoming used to this lower standard of living,’Blaine thinks bitterly to
himself. He pushes the thought to the back of his mind. Whatever the reason may
be, this lifestyle is his current reality so it’s a bonus that his body is
adapting.
He washes the shampoo out of his hair, and after seeing the soap spuds have
turned slightly grey in color, he opts to add another squirt to his hair and
wash it again. Considering the profit the OSO makes on selling him and the
other subs, Blaine figures they can afford to spare him an extra bit of cheap
generic shampoo. It has been a while since he last took his time showering,
probably even before becoming a sub, so he decides to make up on all that
missed time.
Eventually he starts getting cold, so has to reluctantly turn the shower off.
He runs his hands over his body, almost squeezing to try and remove as much
water as possible before having to drip dry. A towel certainly wouldn’t be an
unwelcome addition to the place. As he is finishing up, Brittany enters the
room, followed by Nick and Tina.
“There you are!” She exclaims, running over to him and grabbing his shoulders.
“No escaping me this time! I was looking for you. Perfect, your hair is wet. I
want to try plaiting it again, and maybe the water will help hold it! Sit
down,” she rambles in a way only Brittany can keep up with. “Sit down there,”
she commands, pointing to the corner next the door where the floor is still
dry.
He obeys easily, willing to follow any simple command. Nick and Tina also join
Brittany, creating a comforting circle around him.
“So, show me how to plait…” Nick starts, apparently Brittany going about
teaching him. Blaine zones out, not really interested in what they have to say
about his hair.
He doesn’t think it’s been long, although couldn’t say for sure, when Jacob
walks in with another sub in tow.
“So, who actually is this Kitty person?” The pale boy asks Jacob, obviously
continuing their conversation. It doesn’t take Blaine long to remember who
Kitty is; how could he forget the girl that managed to sneak out of her cell to
tend to Jacob?
“Just a girl. A cute girl I must add.” Blaine doesn’t think Jacob noticed him
on the way in, Jacob talking as though the pair are the only ones in the room.
“Well, I get that she is a girl, but how come she was able to talk to you?”
Blaine hadn’t really considered this before, but now it seems such an obvious
question.
“The first night she explained that she got lost going back to the cells. See,
she is from the newest group, the hot blonde one from the assembly?” He hears
the two boys going about using the toilets. Blaine is still not yet used to the
lack of privacy in every aspect of their lives. He tends to try and time it so
he is always in the room on his own when he needs to relieve his bowls, and if
anyone walked in on him he would stop and wait until they left. He can’t
imagine having a general natter while doing it!
“Oh that one. I must agree, she is hot. Get in there Jacob!” He jokes.
“Well… that’s another story,” Jacob winks.
“Do tell!”
“In a minute. Anyway, the first night she was lost since she has only just got
here, so came and asked me if I knew the way back. But we ended up chatting a
bit, and I kinda really enjoyed talking to her. The next night she said she had
snuck out to come and talk to me again, as get this, she thought I was really
cute!”
How on earth did this girl manage to sneak out? Looking over his shoulder,
Blaine sees Nick looking like he is wondering the exact same thing. On the
other hand, Britt is giving him a stern look for having moved his head.
Apparently she found his hair more interesting than eavesdropping on the
other’s conversation.
“She was telling me loads of stuff that has happened since we have been locked
up in here. So much has changed! Like, they have just managed to work out the
cause of dementia, and are now working on curing it. In a few years she reckons
that it will no longer exist! And there was a breakthrough a few weeks ago in
cancer research; they are now really close to being able to cure them.”
A cure for dementia! That’s a massive breakthrough. No longer would people have
to suffer the fear of having unknown people tending to them while their family
looked on, unable to help. Blaine thinks back to his grandmother, back to when
she was suffering. It was the hardest ten months of his life – including his
time at the OSO – turning up to the care home every week to visit his sick
relative who most the time didn’t know who he was. Seemingly perfectly fit and
healthy in body, yet no idea who all the ‘strangers’ visiting her where.
Sometimes, on her good days, she would mistake Blaine for his Dad and start
retelling stories of his childhood. Blaine loved those days as while it wasn’t
perfect, at least it was like having his grandmother back to herself. She
always was happier on those days.
Blaine also thinks back to when he was seven. His best friend’s mother was
diagnosed with cancer, and sadly died six months later. At the time he didn’t
understand. His parents explained that Lydia’s mom had moved on to a different
place, able to watch down upon her family but unable to let them see her. While
Blaine didn’t really understand death, he was glued to his mother’s side for
the following week, asking her to promise not to hide from him like Lydia’s mom
had. Well, that was until he was invited to the park the following weekend, but
the thought was there.
Imagine living in a world where those sorts of things didn’t happen? If by
submissives taking on the medial tasks allows the academic geniuses to make
those kinds of break throughs, it would be a very small price for him to pay. 
“Wow! That has happened quickly,” The boy replies, his loud excitement breaking
Blaine from his train of thought. “What else? It’s so interesting being able to
catch up on what we have missed!” Jacob finishes up, heading over to the sinks
to wash his hands.
“Umm. Not much really. I think I’ve told you about all of it. Mostly she wanted
to talk about what I knew about this place. What sort of weaknesses there are
to get around the rules-“
“But you were there because you got caught breaking a rule… Why does she think
you would know?” The boy laughs.
Blaine fidgets, his bum starting to go numb from having sat on the hard floor
for so long, and turns around just enough to be able to see Jacob in his
peripheral vision. The movement catches Jacob’s attention. He freezes slightly
when he realizes Blaine has been in the room the whole time and probably heard
everything. He takes a moment to process before replying to the other boy.
“Exactly what I said,” Jacob agrees. “I’m really the wrong person to be asking
those sorts of things.”
“So… are you planning on seeing her again?”
“I would really like to,” he says looking directly at Blaine. “She is the
sexiest person I’ve ever seen. I felt a connection with her that I’ve never had
before.” Blaine looks away, not listening to anything else they say as they
leave. He is fairly confident that those words where aimed directly at him. He
can’t believe Jacob would be so cold once again. Maybe he doesn’t even deserve
an apology anymore.
“Blaine...” Nick asks slowly. “Are some subs allowed out in the evening?”
“Not that I’m aware of,” Blaine replies, allowing himself to get distracted
from the dangerous train of thought about Jacob.
“It’s a bit weird that this ‘Kitty’ was out-and-about right? How come she
wasn’t caught?” Blaine considers for a moment before replying.
“I’m not sure if there are guards on shift overnight. Maybe only one or two.
When I was with Hunter I never saw anyone arriving for an evening shift...”
Blaine tries to recall ever seeing anyone who could have been working
overnight, but if there was he can’t remember them. “Maybe some guards spend
the night somewhere on site, asleep but on call just in case? I’m not really
sure.”
“So, are you saying that once we are locked away for the evening, no one is
about?”
“I don’t really know. Not that I’m aware of. There are probably cameras though,
so she will be punished once she is found out.”
“So if we could get out of the cell…”
“There wouldn’t be anyone stopping us from wandering around and wrecking a bit
of havoc, no. But why would we do that?” Blaine asks, slightly suspicious.
“You’re right. I don’t fancy a whipping to be honest,” Nick chuckles.
“Plus, I’m not convinced Kitty is real… she may be a stray cat,” Blaine jokes
light heartedly, trying to change the subject.
“I guess pain can cause you to hallucinate. What kind of name is Kitty?” Nick
jokes, dropping the topic.
Still, Blaine can’t quite dampen the jealously starting to rise. As much as he
blamed Jacob for what happened, he is envious of this girl who now holds his
interest. He did like Jacob before that session, but after his time with Hunter
he was fairly cruel towards him. And Jacob isn’t the only person that Hunter
managed to alienate him from; it took Blaine a long time to start being
friendly to Nick again, and he doesn’t even know the names of some of the subs
he spends almost every minute of the day with!
Maybe Hunter did a lot more to Blaine than he first realized. 
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Blaine is surprised to discover that the next day’s lesson is one he is already
familiar with.
It is the same lesson that he and Nick where forced to demonstrate in as one of
their first punishments. He looks at the projector hanging down at the front of
the room just to confirm his suspicions. Yep, it is a lesson about gags and
cock & ball torture.
Having been on the receiving end of all the items to be discussed in the
lesson, Blaine zones out. He doesn’t want to know all the details about the
gags, he has experienced them. He can almost feel the phantom pain from the
inflatable butterfly gag that filled his mouth. And he was lucky enough not to
suffer the lip and tongue press that Nick was on the receiving end of.
Blaine is grateful when they are finally dismissed for lunch. Somehow the
lesson seemed a lot longer the second time around, when he wasn’t being
tortured.
Lunch is the usual affair of some strange comination of a porridge like soup
concoction with occasional lumps of what appeared to be proper food. Thankfully
it’s edible. Blaine eats next to Nick, still trying to solve the puzzle of
Jacob.
He doesn’t know what to do. He no longer wants to apologize. He would even go
so far as to say he was a bit pissed off by him. Blaine only had the best
intentions, but Jacob turned around and was really rude to him.
And what was he really even apologizing for? Not talking to him in the weeks
after his return from Hunter’s? It wasn’t like he was being specifically mean
to Jacob! He was closed off from all of them. And he was only punished because
of Jacob. It was his fault in the first place. Blaine didn’t want to be
punished, and he didn’t want to cum.
For crying out loud, this whole thing started because he had an orgasm when he
wasn’t meant to. Simply knowing he wasn’t allowed made the release less
pleasurable. Sort of. Ok, an orgasm is an orgasm, but before and after he felt
bad enough to compensate for the ten seconds of euphoria!
Realistically, it’s Jacob who should be sorry. Blaine shouldn’t have even
accepted his apology.
But then, he thinks back to those subs he had to speak to after Jacob’s
outburst, and the reason he decided he needed to apologize in the first place.
They are all stuck in this situation together. It’s not their fault, and they
shouldn’t be making it harder for each other. Yes, Jacob is annoying. Yes,
Blaine is jealous of Jacob’s new love interest with Kitty. And yes, deep down
he is also jealous of Kitty stealing Jacob’s attention.
‘Attention that backfired on your ass!’ part of Blaine’s brain can’t help but
add. All of what has happened over the past few weeks can be traced back to
Jacob.
But Blaine is not a horrible person, why has he started being one now? Jacob
hasn’t been the best person to him, but he doubts he’s been particularly nice
to Nick either, and Nick has been his best friend for years.
They have all become a of a victim of circumstance.
For all Blaine knows, Jacob may have been the nicest person on the planet
before arriving at the sub house. They could have become the best of friends in
different circumstances! Blaine has been lucky to have a friend with him, but
Jacob most likely would have arrived on his own, not knowing anyone. Blaine
needs to give him a bit of slack. Maybe he has an ill relative? Maybe he is the
primary carer for a younger sibling? Blaine doesn’t know about Jacob’s own
circumstances, being here might present more issues than just impending
slavery. Stress makes people do all kinds of things.
And even if all of that is null and void, will Blaine really be able to live
with himself if he knowingly made someone’s life harder when he didn’t have to?
Does he not at least owe it to himself to clear his conscience?
That being said, Blaine doesn’t like the boy.
As he rises to make his way back to the classroom with the rest of his group,
he reaches a decision. He won’t force the matter, but if there is an
opportunity to apologize without making it a big deal, he will take it. He had
nine months to find the right time. 
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The afternoon part of the lesson thankfully passed quicker. Before Blaine knew
it, the projector was being turned off.
“Your hobby sessions are canceled this afternoon for an insert lesson before
tomorrow. You are required in the canteen. Dismissed.”
Blaine follows the rest of the subs to the canteen, wondering what may be going
on. Blaine becomes more on edge when Hunter and Stretch are there, waiting for
their arrival.
Once everyone has gathered together, Hunter addresses the group. “You have got
a change in your timetable from now on. Tonight is a one off as it was the best
time to fit it in. From tomorrow your morning sessions will be finishing a bit
earlier, and you are to report to the canteen for cooking lessons, having a
slightly later lunch as well.
“This evening is simply an introduction to the kitchen so that you won’t get in
the way come tomorrow. You will be in the kitchen with the May and June
intake, as well as the September and graduated subs. Every group has different
tasks, so it’s important to know your own duties. You’re not allowed to be an
inconvenience for others.
“Pretty much, anything you make will be watered down and portioned to feed the
subs here; more often than not the food you make will not be a high enough
quality for us Doms; that privilege is reserved for the subs about to go to
auction and those who have already graduated.
“Now, I’m going to pass you over to Sir.” He looks at Blaine, “5226, I need you
to come to my office when you are all dismissed.” Without checking to see if
Blaine acknowledges him, Hunter turns on his heals and leaves.
“While all house rules are obviously still in play, there are some additional
ones for working in the kitchen,” the guard starts. First of all, no eating
anything. You will of course be given a meal at the end of your shift, but this
food is not for you to have. For hygiene purposes, this is a time where we do
graciously provide you with a gown to wear. Also relating to hygiene, there
will be repercussions if your personal hygiene is lacking. We generously allow
a two minute grace period for you to wash before the start of the shift.
Although you will not be serving your food to any Doms, it is important you do
not contaminate the food that is served to us
“As for expectations. We are understanding of the fact you may never have
stepped in a kitchen before, so for the first month you will not be graded on
your food. During your second and third month in the kitchen you will be. Your
grade is important as you are rewarded or punished depending on the mark you
are given. So take as many mental notes over the next few weeks while you won’t
be punished for most of the basic mistakes.”
With the introductions over, the guard leads them into the kitchen through a
side door Blaine hadn’t previously noticed.
It’s not as large as he was expecting, considering the amount of people he
assumes to be working in here at the same time, but it is still a respectable
size. The guard quickly points out the main features of the room.
The kitchen can best be described as two rooms with a large gap in the wall
between them, probably the size of a double door but without the actual door.
In the center of the room is an island counter with nothing on the top. It does
have cupboards below it with laminated poster attached to the door, which has
writing on them. Blaine squints to try and make out the words, but he has no
success. He assumes they are labels as to what is in the cupboard.
“This counter is where you will be working for the first few weeks,” the guard
states, pointing to the island counter Blaine was looking at.
The surface of the counter, and the ones running around the edge of the room,
are all made of metal, much like in any professional kitchen. They are
spotless, a few dents being the only indication that they have been used
before. Above the outside counter tops are more cupboards, also running around
the room at head height.
“It is not yet your job to sanitize the kitchen, but you are expected to keep
everything tidy and clean; you are of course in training to make it easier for
those who do.” 
Blaine can’t spot any ovens in this room, so assumes they must be in the other
area of the kitchen, out of his sight. Either side of the ‘door’ are large
fridges, both reaching up to the ceiling.
It takes Blaine too long to realize that the guard is giving instructions,
knowing he has missed some.
“…I want you to prepare a ham and butter sandwich each. 8263, 1674” the guard
says, getting Jacob and the pale sub’s attentions. “You are to make a cup of
milk coffee. Finally 1452 and 5226,” he states, calling on Tina and Blaine,
“you are to make a black tea,” Blaine breathes a silent sigh of relief, having
not missed his instruction. That was quite lucky. 
When the guard instructs them to start, Blaine looks over to Tina for guidance.
He follows her to the center counter before Tina silently indicates the
cupboard labels, telling Blaine to search for what they need. Between the two
of them they manage to find the mugs, an electric kettle and a box of tea bags
without too much trouble. Blaine also finds a bag of sugar and a little pot to
pour some into, not knowing if the guard wants sugar in the tea or not.
Tina joins Blaine at one of the outside counters, placing three tea spoons down
among the collected items as Blaine fills the kettle at the nearby tap. Once
the kettle is switched on and the bag is in the cup, there isn’t much they can
do while waiting for the kettle to boil. Blaine lightly leans his back against
the counter, watching everyone else.
Jacob is struggling to reach something in one of the wall cupboards, the
stretch on his still injured back likely to be causing him pain. Nick is in the
fridge partly out of sight behind the door, and Brittany is standing at the
center counter, cutting up tomatoes for a quick salad.
Although none of the tasks are particularly hard - probably just so they get a
little more used to the kitchen - Blaine thinks he probably has one of the
easier ones. How hard can putting water in a cup really be?
He hears the kettle pop, stealing back his attention. He watches Tina poor the
water into her cup before she hands it over, Blaine repeating the motions.
He watches as the clear water rushes over the tea bag, turning it the deep
shade of brewed tea. Putting the kettle back on its base, Blaine picks up a
spoon and starts playing with the bag, pushing it around the mug to try and get
as much flavor as possible.
Although he has been told a bag should be left alone in the cup, he disagrees.
Tea bags where a mistake invention, and where intended to be poured into the
cup out of the bag, so by his logic he always thinks it makes sense to move the
bag as much as possible so the leaves can move around the bag. He has no
scientific research behind it, but it will take a lot to change his ways. Out
the corner of his eye he notices Tina giving him a funny look, her having left
the cup alone. He smiles back at her, but doesn’t stop playing with the bag. 
At the very least, it’s something to do while he waits.
When he is eventually pleased with the color of the drink, he uses the spoon to
drain the bag before throwing it in the bin under the sink. While at the sink
he also washes up the spoon, drying it off and putting it back in the cutlery
draw.
A few minutes later, Tina also is satisfied with her cup and washes the spoon.
They both stand against the counter, not sure what they should be doing.
Another guard enters the room, talking to the first before dismissing him. When
the guard turns to face the room Blaine is surprised to recognize her as
Slapper. It’s been a fair amount of time since last seeing her.
“Right, sluts!” She shouts at the group. “Who’s first?” She questions
rhetorically, looking around the room before her eyes land on Blaine. “Let’s
have you.”
Reluctantly, and slightly nervously, Blaine picks up his mug and the pot of
sugar, taking it over to her. He presents the mug and pot slightly away from
his body, but not so far it appears he is being forceful, while keeping his
head slightly down and eyes adverted.
“Nice touch,” she praises, commenting on the sugar.
“Thank you, Ma’am,” he whispers, dropping his head lower. Slapper takes the
mug, also adding two spoons of sugar.
“Not bad,” she comments after taking a sip. “Not bad at all.” She hands the cup
back, mostly still full. “Who else did tea? Come,” she orders.
Blaine holds out the sugar in offering when Slapper takes Tina’s cup. Once
again she adds two sugars.
“Could be worse,” she dismisses. Blaine and Tina head back to their previous
position as two more subs are called forward.
Despite the small task, Blaine can’t help but bask in the praise from Slapper,
ignoring what’s going on around him. He didn’t get of the best of starts with
her, so the positive comment seemed to have a greater weight.
“8263,” Slapper chided, suspiciously quietly, breaking Blaine out of his
thoughts. “Why is there no milk? Your friend here managed.”
“I’m sorry, I ran out of time and forgot to put milk in it and-“ Blaine looks
up in time to see Jacob flinch as the mug is tipped over his head, hot coffee
pouring over him and down his back. Jacob hisses in extreme pain as the liquid
touches the sensitive wounds.
“Well, had you remembered, maybe it wouldn’t have burned you so much, would
it?” Jacob shakes his head, which earns him a slap. “You need to learn not to
come up with excuses. You didn’t do what was asked. I don’t care why that may
be. Had you done what was asked, you would have had plenty of time.” She throws
the mug at him, hitting his nose before falling and smashing on the floor. “Be
thankful I don’t want the hassle of a punishment this late.” Slapper looks up
to address the rest of the room. “Clean up and then you are dismissed for the
day. Any mess found in the morning will result in a punishment for you all.”
Without saying any more, Slapper leaves. Blaine is about to head to the sink to
pour away the remaining drink when he notices Jacob running out the door.
“Where is he off to?” Josie, the most outspoken girl, exclaims. “Now we have to
clean up his mess!”
“He is probably in pain…” a different girl defends.
“He should have remembered the mi-“
“I will sort it out!” Nick almost shouts, interrupting the arguing girls.
Blaine is surprised that his friend volunteered, seeming slightly out of
character.
Nothing more is said on the matter, everyone going about cleaning up. Blaine
offers to wash up Tina’s mug and spoon as well, while she puts everything away.
Feeling in a good mood, he also offers to wash up the few items Brittany used,
telling the girls to go and wind down.
By the time he has finished, although it doesn’t take long, it is only him and
Nick left in the kitchen.
“Do you need any help?” Blaine questions, Nick on his second trip to the bin
with the broken shards of the mug.
“It’s alright, I’ve got it.”
“Are you sure? Do you want me to just wipe down the surfaces or anything?”
“No, I’m good thanks,” Nick insists. “You need to go speak to the great and
powerful wizard!” he mocks. Slightly confused by the dismissal, Blaine leaves
him to it, reluctantly walking through the drab corridors to the Master’s
office.
When he reaches the looming door Blaine takes a breath to collect himself,
knocking before he loses his nerve.
“Come in,” A voice calls back, dominating in a way that makes Blaine feel like
cowering. Despite his instincts screaming at him not to, he enters. “I’m sure
you are aware of why I need to talk to you?” Hunter asks.
“Yes, Master,” he replies, only just louder than a whisper. “I was unable to
take the dildo,” Blaine fights not to stutter on the word.
“I must admit, I was very surprised to discover it was your file I was adding
the report to.” Blaine doesn’t really understand what Hunter means, but feels
guilty all the same. “My guard told me you did seem genuinely upset over the
incident though. Why is that?” Blaine takes a moment to consider his answer
before he speaks.
“I was worried I would be a disappointment to you. I want to be good, I really
do!” Blaine pleads, hoping Hunter’s apparent favoritism allows him to be let
off.
“Did you know that it is very rare for a sub to fail a practical lesson?”
Hunter asks, rising from behind his desk. Blaine shakes his head. “It’s because
we don’t let them. We are here to teach you, and if we let a sub get away with
never succeeding, then what are we really doing for them? We want to help you
learn, to become the best submissive, and to do that you have to do as we ask.
Very occasionally, like with this incidence, we do have to call a stop to
something. And if a guard decides to call an end to a lesson, it is because
they feel it is in the best interest to do so. We only do it when we believe
that the submissive is not misbehaving, and there is a genuine concern to
continuing. That means that on those rare occasions a guard has to go against
protocol, we take a step back from our tried and tested teaching methods and
consider what needs changing for the individual. As I said, it is a rare thing.
So, I want you to tell me why you couldn’t do it, and what change we can make
so you can.”
“I’m.. I’m not really sure Master. It was like a mental block stopping me, no
matter how much I tried. I really really wanted to be good, but I couldn’t do
it. And the longer it took, the more worried I was that I would be
disappointing you. And then that made me more tense each time, which I don’t
think helped, and I just couldn’t do it…” Blaine stops his rambling, tears
threating to fall.
“Look at me, pet.” Blaine obeys reluctantly. “There is no need to be upset with
yourself.” Something about the calmness of his voice puts Blaine on edge as
Hunter reaches up to wipe away the few fallen tears. “I’ve already told you, I
understand you were trying your best. Despite popular belief, we understand
that you aren’t perfect. That’s why we are teaching you what we expect, showing
you how to behave appropriately. And when you make a mistake we correct it.
While your mistake may have been you unable to perform the command that was
asked, I have been told that you tried to. No one here can fault that.
“We need to train you for the outside world. That will involve deep throating,
and there is no way around that. But you are not at fault for being unable to
perform. Had you then objected we wouldn’t be having this talk now, but you
tried, so I am here to see how I can help you. You say you were worried about
having disappointed me?”
“Yes, Master,” Blaine confirms, starting to feel embarrassed by the admission.
“Well, while I am disappointed that you are assuming my emotions, something
that needs to change, I can understand your reaction this early on in training.
Do you agree the main issue was worrying about what I would think of your
failure, which then created a cycle of struggling?”
Blaine nods. He guesses that would make sense and decides to go with that being
the logic behind it. Hunter knows more about submissives than Blaine, so he
probably has a better idea. Hunter smiles at him, heading back to his desk and
sorting through paperwork before retrieving what he is after.
“Okay. I propose that you are to report to me for practical lessons. Not every
session - I do have an institution to run after all, I can’t always be there to
mummycudle you – but whenever a new skill is introduced you are to have the
first session with me to master the basics, before returning to the group for
the remainder of the training. How does that sound?”
Blaine isn’t sure he’s convinced but answers “It sounds great, thankyou
Master,” anyway.
“Good boy. I haven’t got time to fit in a session before your next group
lesson, but with the knowledge that I will not be disappointed by whatever you
achieve, do you think you can give it another go tomorrow?”
“Yes, Master.”
“I’m glad to hear it pet. A message will be sent to you when I get this change
organised. For now, continue these sessions to the best of your ability. You
are free to head back to the bedrooms now.” Blaine leaves without a word.
When he arrives back at the cell he heads straight to the shower. He isn’t
overly surprised to find Jacob also standing under the cold spray, slightly
shivering.
“Do you need any help?” He offers, watching Jacob struggle to wash his back,
unwilling to ignore the pain Jacob appears to be in.
“Fuck off, Blaine!” He almost shouts. Blaine is a bit taken aback by the
harshness of the words. He washes quickly, remaining silent. When he re-enters
the main room, there is no one sat on the floor like most evenings, everyone
apparently having decided on an early night.
Blaine decides to join them in an early night, falling asleep almost instantly.
===============================================================================
He pads his way to the lesson the following morning, still half asleep.
Although he slept the whole night, it was a restless sleep. He may as well have
been awake for the amount of rest he feels he achieved.
He couldn’t even say what the morning’s lessons entailed. Something to do with
a guard and powerpoint presentation. Oh, and he remembers a butter knife from
the cooking session!
During the afternoon session they returned to the original room, continuing the
powerpoint. Apparently it was garden maintenance.
“8262, heel,” the guard calls once they have knelt down behind the desks. Jacob
rises slowly and walks to the front of the room, kneeling once again in front
of the guard. “What on earth have you done to your back?”
“I don’t understand, Sir?” Jacob replies honestly.
“I’m not keen on the way it looks, what has happened to it?” The guard almost
accuses.
“I was punished with the whip, and then it was burned before it healed,” Jacob
responds dubiously.
“You need to take better care of OSO property, I’m not happy with the state of
it,” he lifts his radio to his mouth. “Plumbing to patrol, code naught. Come in
patrol.”
After a moment of static there is a response. “This is Patrol. What can I do?”
A merry voice answers.
“Can someone please come escort 8262 to medical? I want its back checked out.”
“Where are you?”
“Room 58.”
“I will make sure someone is down before the end of the session. Anything
else?”
“Nope, that’s it thanks. Over and out.” He clips the radio back onto his belt.
“You can return to your previous position 8262. So, roses…” 
===============================================================================
 
Jacob doesn’t reappear until late the following evening, once everyone has
already climbed into their cages for the night. Jacob doesn’t speak to anyone
on his return, simply climbing into his cage, turning his bandaged back to the
room. It’s the first time Blaine has seen anyone with injuries actually tended
to, but he drifts off to sleep before his mind truly registers the thought.
The next morning Blaine reluctantly heads to Room Q for the dreaded sexual
lessons. Although he hates the droning voice of a guard lecturing to him, he
would pick that over having to actually participate. Unfortunately, he doesn’t
have a choice. He will soon have to put all of this theory into practice out in
the real world, which is an even scarier thought.
The one saving grace is being greeted by a different guard; no Jolly today. The
guard – who he had previously nicknamed Voldemort on account of his tiny nose –
wasn’t the nicest person he has met, but at least expected nothing out of the
ordinary from the subs. Blaine knew how to act in front of him.
“First order of business is to check you’ve all been doing your homework,” the
guard states, making his way over to the edge of the bed. Blaine feels a slight
bit of panic rising; this lesson seeming to have come around much quicker than
he anticipated. He had only attempted the toothbrush once and had not been
successful. He dreads what this lesson has in store for him. “Okay, lets have
5226 first, please,” the guard requests, opening the file at the top of the
pile. Well, at least he will get it over first.
Reluctantly, he crawls the short distance to kneel in front of Voldemort,
eyeing up the neon green dildo that seems even scarier than last week.
“Exactly the same as last week, ok?” Blaine nods, trying to psyche himself up.
Hunter will be pleased with whatever you manage. “In your own time then.”
Blaine takes a deep breath before simply going for it. He knows hesitance won’t
get him far, and just wants to get it over with.
He feels a slight bit of panic rising when his lips come into contact with the
dildo, but squashes it down: a minute and it will be over.
In fact, Blaine decides he is going to give himself exactly sixty seconds; he
can hold his breath for that long, so he is going to do it in one go.
Without daring to breathe and risk sucking in whatever the vile dildo smells
like today, he moves forwards.
50, 49, 48, 47. He forces himself to go a further once more. He still isn’t at
where he made it to the first lesson, but he still has time to work himself
forwards.
38, 37, 36. He moves a little again, this time matching his previous attempt.
He is starting to struggle for breath, the panic also making itself known, but
he knows he has got this. One more attempt at going forwards and he has
improved.
29, 28. Forwards again, beating his previous length.
   1. Feeling brave, he swallows around the dildo to take it further. 
It turns out this is one step too far, chocking him. He is forced to back up
off the dildo, coughing and spluttering, gasping for air. Maybe he can’t quite
hold his breath for sixty seconds either, as it takes him several minutes to
regain his composure.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” he apologizes once his coughing spree has ended.
“You have improved,” the guard starts, looking down at Blaine’s file. It’s not
the first time Blaine wishes he knew exactly what was written in there. “But
not by as much as we would expect. I recommend you increase the amount of
practice you are doing, or it’s going to get a lot worse than just gagging.
1647, your turn,” he says, dismissing Blaine and turning his attention to the
next.
The task drags on, with five more submissives to go through. Blaine doesn’t pay
much attention, only enough to know that the two subs he doesn’t know have both
improved, as well as Jacob, although the sub to go after him did put up a fight
and was threatened with the taser. Nick, strangely, has become worse, and Jacob
was just short of his last measurement.
“Well, that is disappointing. I have to say I am ashamed to be training you. We
expect two inches of improvement, yet 8103 and 8263 have both managed to go
backwards! That means that obviously there is no group reward. And you two are
both on a warning; you are not punished for your disappointing result at the
moment, but nothing else will be allowed to slip by without retribution. You
have been told.
“Moving on-“
“This isn’t fair!” the brunette sub objects. When the guard doesn’t interrupt,
he continues, “It’s not my fault that they didn’t practice enough! Why can’t
you give us toothpaste and not those who failed?” He all but shouts.
Voldemort sighs, sounding as though he really can’t be bothered to deal with a
misbehaving sub. He gets up off the bed without a word, heading one of the wall
cabinets before coming back with something in his hands. He stands in front of
the brunette sub, towing over him.
“I think you have already had the lesson where these are introduced,” he
states, presenting an O-ring to the sub.
“It’s a gag, so what? I’m not wearing that just because I am standing up for my
rights! It’s not fair that we are all punished for something two people didn’t
do!”
“Put it on,” the guard states calmly, still holding the gag out to him.
“No. Absolutely not-“
“Put it on,” he repeats.
“I don’t want to…” the sub argues, although Blaine can tell he is starting to
have second thoughts.
“You speak out of turn, you no longer get to speak. It is only fair, which you
seem so adamant on enforcing. Also, you have now earnt yourself a whipping at
the end of the lesson. I suggest you take the gag now. Every second delay is an
extra ten lashes, on top of the ten you already have.”
It takes the sub six seconds to give in. He reluctantly places the gag in his
mouth, strapping it up loosely behind his lips.
“And now you have just shown that you weren’t listening during that lesson.
Which is another twenty lashes. I’m starting to think you have a pain kink.”
When the sub doesn’t move, the guard hints, “the ring goes behind your teeth,
and it needs to be done up tighter. Do it yourself, or we can add more lashes…”
Reluctantly the sub obeys.
“That’s better. Good boy,” the guard pats his head, the sub staring daggers at
the guard.
Blaine doesn’t understand why no one else appears to like being praised. Or
getting their head rubbed. Or anything really; they may as well learn to like
these rewards…
“Since the improvement was naught and your attitudes are abysmal,” he pointedly
looks at the brunette sub, “we are going to have to go back a step and repeat
deepthroating with the spray.” Returning to the bed he grabs the drawstring bag
filled with their dildos. One by one, he passes them out to the sub
corresponding with the number on the dildo’s base.
Blaine looks at his as though it personally offended him. He really doesn’t
want to go through this again. But at least this time he knows where he stands
with the dominating guard. Maybe that will make it easier to follow an order. 
===============================================================================
 
Turns out, it surprisingly did. It took Blaine two attempts as a preparation,
before he finally managed on the third. No one else seemed to notice, but he
did an internal celebration; he didn’t freak out!
Having managed it once, it was easier to do it again. He started experimenting
a bit and trying different movements and angles.
When the guard calls them all back over, it’s the first time in a while Blaine
feels he has actually lived up to how Hunter sees him.
“Finally, you all have managed to do something you were told to! Well, fucking,
done,” he sneers, dripping with condescending sarcasm. “Normally I look
forwards to this next part of the lesson, but I can tell it will not leave me
satisfied today. Right, everyone pass your dildos back. Who improved the most?”
He asks rhetorically, looking through the files once he has collected the
dildos up. “4742. Oh, it’s you,” he looks at the gagged brunette. “I am so not
doing that. Who was second…” he mumbles going through the files again. “1674.”
Voldemort looks around the kneeling subs before his eyes land on the pale sub.
“Come forwards, between my legs,” he commands, spreading his knees to give the
boy room. “Your next lesson is on pleasing a Dom. For the next several sessions
you will each get a turn.
“Now I know a while back you did have a session on blow jobs, but this one is
going to be going into more detail. Although it’s 1674 performing, I expect
everyone to watch closely and pick up tips. Every person you service will be
different, so it is important you learn what different things Dom’s prefer, and
also what different reactions mean so you can adjust to please your Dom the
best. Okay then, 1674, off you go.”
The boy looks at Voldemort at a complete loss of what to do. Blaine can’t quite
believe it either; they have to suck off a guard? He doesn’t know why the
guard’s instructions shock him, but he is still surprised the OSO would do
something like this.
Then again, they rent out subs who have been at the house for six months.
Blaine should be more surprised that these sort of things aren’t old news to
him any more.
“1674, I’m waiting,” the guard hints. Taking a deep breath, the sub seems to be
mentally preparing himself before he reaches forwards to the guard’s pants. “I
want you to tease first. Use your mouth and nose to nuzzle through my pants,
and undo the zip with your teeth. Turn me on before you even reach for my
dick.”
Blaine thinks that he would possible prefer doing it this way – he can ease
himself into it – however the pale sub seems to think otherwise, backing away.
The guard doesn’t say anything, but instead pulls out his taser and lays it in
plain sight on the bed next to him. He gives the sub a pointed look of warning.
Reluctantly, the boy shuffles forwards again, eyeing Voldemort’s crotch as
though it might jump out and bite him.
“Good boy,” the words seem to fall on deaf ears, the sub trying to block
everything out. He takes a deep breath, the action visible even from behind,
before closing the remaining distance. He starts nuzzling the guard like a cat
would snuggle up to a human.
Blaine is grateful he wasn’t the first to go; it’s bad enough having to perform
such an action, but with your peers watching as well…
“If I could afford a sub I would do this all the time,” the guard talks to
himself as the boy mouths at his tenting pants. “Every morning to wake me up,
every evening after I get home from work, and then again under the table during
dinner. And if I had guests, I could show it off by making it suck off everyone
else as well. Make it a game; if it can’t suck everyone off by the time
everyone has finished eating, I will come up with an extremely creative
punishment. And of course, it will thank me for correcting its failure.”
The guard seems to come back to the present, looking down at the sub between
his legs.
“Now undo my pants,” he instructs, going back to his fantasy.
Very hesitantly, the boy uses his hands to undo the guards belt. Encouraged by
the guards lack of interest in him, the sub also undoes the pants button before
collecting himself to attempt the zip with his mouth.
“You would look so good wearing my collar,” Voldemort offers as if in
encouragement. Blaine can see the sub stiffen, but still continues mouthing at
the zip to try and pull it down. “I would chain you to the bed, make you sleep
on the floor right at my feet. I could bring a girl back, and you would be
forced to listen, wishing it was you. Or I could allow you to join in. I
wouldn’t have any trouble picking up a girl when I tell her I have a slave at
home.” Finally having dealt with the zip, the sub leans back onto his heels,
putting as much distance between the guard and him as possible.
“You know,” the guard continues, looking at the sub with desire as he removes
his belt. “You would look amazing in some frilly girl panties. The best thing
about subs is that gender doesn’t matter! Fucking a male sub doesn’t make me
bent; you are just a masturbation tool. And the males make better subs – they
are much easier to control. It takes ages to rid the females of their
bitchiness! But you aren’t bitchy, are you,” he says, reaching for the sub’s
face. “No, you aren’t. Come back here,” Voldemort pulls the boy forwards,
almost causing him to faceplant the floor before he manages to regain his
balance.
The sub is forced to shuffle forwards until his face is inches away from the
now exposed red, straining flesh. Blaine hasn’t seen many penises, and he knows
porn isn’t exactly the most reliable source of information, but it is the most
disgusting dick he has seen. He can almost imagine the sickly scent from this
far away. Even with the bribe of using a sub, Blaine doubts this guy will keep
any woman after they have seen his ‘manhood’.
“I want you to lick the tip, like a cat after milk.” Blaine feels grossed out
by the man’s metaphor. “No deep throating today, I can see that being such a
disappointment it turns me off, but I want you to play and tease the tip.”
The boy doesn’t make any move to carry out the guard’s instructions and Blaine
can’t blame him; it looks even worse than the neon dildo!
“I… I can’t…” the boy stutters, desperate.
“Tough, you have to.” When the boy doesn’t move, the guard picks the taser up
off the bed in warning. The sub eyes it warily, but still doesn’t move to take
the cock in his mouth.
“Please…” the sub begs, although Blaine isn’t quite sure what he is begging
for.
The guard places the taser against the sub’s arm as one last chance. When the
boy still doesn’t move, Voldemort presses the button and sends him an
electrical shock.
The boy collapses to the floor, tears falling without permission.
“Get up,” the guard commands, kicking the suffering boy. With a great deal of
effort, he rises back onto his knees. “Are we ready to try again?”
“Please help me. I want to, I do. But I… I can’t…” The guard does not look
impressed by this confession.
“No such thing as ‘can’t’ for a sub. You do everything you are told.”
The boy leans forwards, slowly, trying to delay the inevitable. He opens his
mouth into a small O, but throws himself back as soon as his lips connect to
the dick in front of him.
“Please. I need help to learn,” the boy begs, unable to do it without being
forced.
Voldemort sighs, looking to his watch before roughly grabbing the back of the
boy’s head.
He pulls to boy onto his cock, not giving him chance to prepare. After a few
seconds he lightens his grip, but the boy stays where he is, with the just the
tip in his mouth.
“Change of plan. Back off a bit but keep your mouth open.” Voldemort then uses
his hand to start playing with himself, apparently having given up on getting a
blowjob. It doesn’t take long until the guard is cumming, some landing in the
sub’s mouth but most missing and leaving him covered in white strands.
He stuffs himself back into his pants, standing up.
“You don’t have to swallow if you don’t want, but you can’t spit it out until
you get back to your cell. Swallowing will be covered another time. You are all
dismissed.” With that the guard leaves, abandoning their files on the bed.
Blaine eyes them up, but thinks better of looking through them, as much as he
is curious. He leaves the room with the rest of the group, the pale sub almost
running to reach their washroom.
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