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The cold brothel owner scared Blaine to death. Very tall, with dark hair and angry eyes, he seemed to be completely vacant of emotion. He was icy at the core. He looked at Blaine, shrugged and then scoffed at his companion, who seemed skeptical of Blaine’s ability to learn – learn to be a prostitute, god, Blaine could not believe this was happening to him.
“He can learn,” he said firmly. “Hummel, get your sweet ass over here.”
A boy approached. He was about Blaine’s age, maybe younger and absolutely beautiful. “Yes sir?” he asked. His tone was both sweet and sickeningly submissive.
“I want you to take this new boy and give him complete training. You have two weeks before I put you back in circulation, do you understand? If he is not deemed suitable for use then it’ll be your ass paying the price.” He turned back to his companion. “You see,” he explained, “Hummel here is the best. This boy may have been a rich brat in his previous life but I know how to mold a whore right.”
Blaine flinched but the boy at his side barely did. The two men left, still arguing about Blaine’s suitability as a whore. The angelic boy smiled; his look was one of almost pity. He turned firm quickly. He took Blaine by the hand and led him towards a back bedroom. He closed the door and then spoke. His voice was as angelic as his face.
“Hi,” he said softly. “I’m Kurt. I know that you’re probably really, really scared but I’ve been here a long time and am going to help you learn.”
Blaine shook his head. “I can’t be here,” he whispered in spite of himself. “I’m not a prostitute; I’m not a whore, okay? My family, they wouldn’t do this to me…” He tried to stop the tears from coming because, oh God, it was hitting him. His father had tried to justify what he’d done but there was no justification. His suddenly impoverished family had sold him to a whore house and he had been in denial until that very moment. He was still in denial to a degree but this made it real. He sobbed, choking.
The boy, Kurt, quickly brushed at the tears with the back of his hand. Blaine flinched hard. Kurt led him to the bed in the center of the room and they both sat down. “Don’t cry,” he said. “My friend Sam, one of the boys here, was sold by his parents too. It hurts, knowing what circumstance can lead to, b-but I promise you that you’re safe here. All the clients are clean and tested and I’ll teach you how to submit properly so you’re not hurt. We’re all like a family and…you’ll be happy.”
While Blaine cried like a baby, wondering how the hell anyone could be happy as a whore, the boy, Kurt, sat patiently and wiped at his eyes and held his hand. It was like they were old friends or something. He kept speaking slowly. “God, you’re such a beautiful thing, such a beautiful boy. What’s your name?”
“Blaine,” he said softly.
“How experienced are you sexually?”
Blaine looked up. He could not believe Kurt was asking that. “I’m not,” he said, because why the hell lie. He was screwed. He was the property of a brothel. It was madness.
“Oh,” Kurt whispered softly. He seemed very disappointed and a little bit sickened. “Okay, we’ll, we’ll start with submission first. We only have two weeks but god, you’re a virgin.”
Blaine didn’t understand what Kurt meant by submission. What did the boy want him to do? He paused and watched as Kurt stood up, leaving Blaine sitting on the bed alone.
“Most of our clients expect total submission,” Kurt said, for a moment looking far too wise for his age. “I want you to get on your knees Blaine.”
“What?”
Blaine didn’t understand and this obviously upset Kurt because he sighed before he spoke again. “Blaine, we are going to pretend that I am your client during this training session. It’s your first time dealing with dominance and submission so I’m going to let you use a safeword. Many of your clients won’t give you the benefit of that but at the same time I don’t want you to be scared of me. We do have a few wonderful clients but I want to prepare you for the worse.”
“Kurt, I…”
“Your safeword is ‘lily’ Blaine,” he said, cutting Blaine off. “Use that if you absolutely must, if you are scared. We won’t have penetrative sex tonight. Now get on your knees.”
He had such a commanding voice for such a small, unintimidating boy. Blaine dropped to his knees even though he didn’t want to. He saw more pity in Kurt the moment he did though, so he put on a strong face and stared Kurt right in the eye. “Now, always be on your knees when a client enters the room, unless you know otherwise about the client you’re servicing. Bow your head, don’t ever look a client in the eye.”
Blaine lowered his head; Kurt pet his hair. “I’m going to take off your shirt but we won’t go all the way tonight,” he promised. “Getting used to exposure was the scariest part for me.”
He ran a hand over Blaine’s chest, taking off his shirt. Blaine inhaled. “Hairy might work for you,” Kurt mumbled under his breath, but Blaine heard all the same. “We’ll see.”
Blaine waited.
“Alright, get up and take off your pants,” he said firmly.
Blaine didn’t know why he was obeying Kurt and the fact that he was made him cry out in frustration. He wasn’t a slave or a whore. He looked at Kurt sure he would burst out sobbing at any second.
“There are a couple of rules you can’t forget,” Kurt said firmly, wincing at his own voice, but continuing. “Don’t speak out of turn and always address the client as sir or ma’am unless told otherwise. I’ll teach you how to adapt to the clients’ desires and needs, but that will come later. Right now, you need to start getting into the headspace of a perfect little submissive. So, let’s try that again with a yes, sir. I’ll save punishment for tomorrow night but if you need the threat of punishment, it’s there. I will do it if I have to.”
Blaine shuddered. Even though he knew that Kurt didn’t want to do it anymore than he did, the threat got to him. “Underwear too,” Kurt said apologetically.
“Yes…sir,” Blaine said, stripping completely and trying to do what he was told. Displeasing or disobeying the owners of the brothel had been easy but disobeying Kurt was harder. Maybe they expected that.
“Good boy,” Kurt said gently. Blaine looked up at him and then dropped his eyes again, remembering the rule. He flushed in the face as soon as he realized that oh god, he was reacting physically to Kurt’s gaze. He couldn’t really help it. He was seventeen and gay. He would have found Kurt so attractive if he wasn’t stuck in the hellhole and now he was naked in front of him.
Kurt noticed. “Are you gay sweetheart?” he asked.
Blaine nodded.
Kurt smiled some, awkwardly. “Well, that makes some things easier. The majority of your clients will be male, but now and again we have women who come calling. It’s much more difficult for those with absolutely incompatible sexual orientations.” He gets back to business quick. “Lie on your back on the bed, close to the headboard.”
Blaine did what he was told. Kurt walked over to the closet on the side of the room and pulled it open. Blaine watched in horror as Kurt revealed a closet that was full of restraints, sterilized sex toys, whips, paddles and the like. He took out a matching pair of leather wrist cuffs with a long chain between them. He unlocked them and then approached Blaine. He locked the leather around his left wrist, pulled the chain through a hole in the headboard, and then locked up Blaine’s right. Blaine knew he was safe with Kurt but he struggled.
Kurt affectionately kissed his forehead. “Sweetheart, ninety percent of the clients here are really into bondage. It’s something you have to adjust to.”
Kurt seemed to really struggle with what he was doing. Staring up at Kurt, Blaine saw that he was conflicted and that eased his own tension. Kurt wasn’t doing this because Kurt wanted to do it; Kurt was doing it because he was forced to. He nodded slowly, keeping his eyes locked on Kurt. He hoped that was a quiet way of letting him know that he understood. He understood that this was what they had to do.
“I won’t have sex with you tonight,” Kurt said, mostly to himself but Blaine knew that it was for his benefit too. “I won’t have sex with you tonight because you’re a virgin but you have no say what they do to you, so you have no say what I do to you.”
Kurt opened up a drawer within the bedside closet. He pulled something out and set it down on Blaine’s left side. He began to stroke Blaine slowly, hand running up and down the length of his dick. Blaine tried to relax, tried to deal with the sensations but it was too much. Even though he knew that someone stroking him was going to get him hard, he was mortified at the fact that he was aroused.
Kurt saw his expression and wavered for a moment but then picked up the thing he’d set down and slipped it onto Blaine’s erection. Oh fuck, oh fuck, he was using a cock ring on him. Yes, Blaine had explored different types of porn when he was still affluent. He knew what that was. Fuck, this was some kind of situation.
“Have you ever had anything inside of you?” Kurt asked. “Have you fingered yourself or anything?”
Blaine shook his head back and forth. He had so much trouble being gay that he had never even tried. Kurt bit his bottom lip at that and looked more and more conflicted by the second. “Alright,” Kurt said softly. “I’m going to work a plug into you. It’s going to be strange at first if you’ve never done any kind of penetration but you’ll like it.”
Before Blaine could object, Kurt took something else up. He could see it. It was made of black plastic and had a cone shape to it. Blaine could not believe that something that size would even fit in him. Of course, he had never had a guy in him and a well endowed cock would be similar. God, he was so new to all of this. “Spread em,” Kurt said.
Blaine spread his legs, looking up into Kurt’s eyes. Kurt reached over and Blaine realized that there was a lube bottle on the table. He had never even thought about it for what it was. He spread some lube onto his thin fingers and carefully pressed one into Blaine. Blaine gasped a little. Kurt slowly worked it in all the way and Blaine tried to pull away, naturally. “Just relax sweetie,” Kurt mumbled.
He twisted his finger a little and then added another. “Damn it,” Blaine breathed when it started to actually hurt.
“You’ll adjust,” Kurt assured Blaine.
Kurt twisted and seemed to slightly scissor his fingers. Blaine closed his eyes. It’ll be over soon, he convinced himself. Kurt was just doing what he had to do and it would be over soon.
He didn’t open his eyes again until he felt the tip of the plastic press against his wet, open hole. “Kurt, I don’t think I can,” he muttered but he felt it being pushed inside anyway. He dared to look down and oh man, Kurt was just slowly pressing it and his ass was well, accepting it. He groaned, broken in.
Kurt pressed it all the way in and tapped on the end lightly. “How does that feel Blaine?” he asked.
“Full,” he murmured because that was all he could think about. He was filled up, completely.
“Good.”
Blaine couldn’t exactly see what Kurt was doing but a moment after he did it; there was a buzzing deep inside of him. Blaine shot up, arched his back and pulled on the leather cuffs around his wrists. “What is that?” he practically screamed. It was incredible, the sensation but at the same time it hurt because he was hard, painfully hard, and nobody was helping him out with that. He was wearing a cock ring and nobody was helping him out with that. He arched his back, trying not to pant, his breath quickening. He moaned, twisting his hips and trying to get away. He looked Kurt in the eye, absolutely begging. “Please,” he whined.
“You need to give exactly what the dominant customer wants of you,” Kurt said, walking back and forth in a pace that was driving Blaine absolutely insane. “You need to realize that the customer can very well be a total sadist who likes driving you crazy. Some of the worst won’t let you come until their time with you is long over.”
Blaine squirmed, wanting some kind of touch. What the hell was this supposed to be teaching him? Squirming didn’t do anything except shift the plug that was inside of him and make it worse. “Please,” he whispered. “I can’t take this. This is…no.” It felt good and if he had consented to this it would have been fantastic but he couldn’t deal with the anxiety it caused. His heart was beating rapidly and sweat was dripping into his eyes, blurring his vision.
Kurt rolled his eyes and took out the plug in one quick pull. Blaine groaned out loud at the feeling. “You’re going to have to deal with some vulnerability Blaine,” Kurt said. “That was lesson number one.”
Blaine thought his torture was over but Kurt immediately added more lube to his ass and put something huge inside of him. It was at least twice as big as the first plug put inside of him and it hurt. “What is that?” he asked, panicking a little bit.
“You need to get used to having things up your ass,” he mumbled like it explained everything. He almost quirked a smile there and Blaine realized just how jaded he was. “It’ll also keep you stretched out and ready for tomorrow.”
Blaine looked down at his prone dick, completely constrained by the cock ring. “I need,” he said, unable to finish his statement.
Kurt thought about his words and then decided to teach him another lesson. Blaine could see the consideration running through his soft, pretty eyes. “Beg,” he said softly. “Blaine, sometimes the client is going to want you to beg, so I need to hear some real begging. I will only let you come if you beg me for permission to come.”
Blaine paused, unable to speak. He couldn’t, but god, it hurt. He wanted to get off. “I can’t,” he whispered. “I don’t want to beg.”
Kurt shrugged a little bit and then sat down on the end of the bed. “Fine by me,” he said. “Gonna leave you tied up for a bit though.”
It took five minutes for Blaine to start begging. He couldn’t stand being prone, vulnerable, tied up and unable to get himself off when he was achingly hard. “Kurt,” he whispered.
“Yes?”
“Please?” he whispered. “Please, please, I need it so badly. I can’t stay here like this.”
“Please what?”
“Please sir, let me come,” he whimpered softly. “Please, please take this stupid ring thing off of me. I need you. I need it off.”
Kurt sighed. It was his first day. “Alright.” He got up and took the cock ring off of Blaine. He barely had his hand on Blaine’s erection before the orgasm hit him like a wave. He closed his eyes as everything got blurry all of a sudden.
Kurt smiled softly, grabbing Blaine’s shirt and wiping him off. “I’ll get you some new clothes as soon as we get out of here,” he said, cleaning him off. He undid the restraints holding Blaine and Blaine took down his hands. He handed Blaine his underwear and Blaine pulled them up over his naked and exposed skin. He could still feel the plug buried deep inside of him. Kurt ran a gentle hand over his thigh. “I’m sorry about that.”
Blaine shrugged. Kurt had done what he had to do.
“I want to take you out into the common room to meet some of my friends,” he said. He took Blaine by the hand and went into another room to get him some clothes. “Here, these should fit.”
Kurt watched him while he dressed. Blaine put on the clothes. The pants were a little long but the rest of the outfit fit him just fine. Kurt then led him into a large room where people sat everywhere. There were mostly young men and women but there were also some older, burly men, who were probably some kind of security.
They were approached swiftly by an attractive blonde girl. “Hi,” she said softly. She was wearing nothing but a bra and panties but appeared to be totally unashamed of her near nudity. She reached out and touched Blaine’s cheek. He flinched back, in a permanent state of shock and horror since he’d arrived.
“Be nice Brittany; he’s brand new,” Kurt said. “Blaine, this is Brittany. She’s been here almost as long as I have. She’s one of my very best friends.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” Blaine said, even though it was not. Nothing was nice about his experience (well the orgasm was nice, but scary) and the girl was so happy. She smiled so brightly. Blaine didn’t get it.
“You’re so cute,” she said cheerfully. “You’re like, uh, a little puppy or something. Are you gay like Kurt? Will you still sleep with me anyway, like Kurt does?”
“Britt, he’s new and scared, relax,” Kurt said. He led Blaine along and away from the pretty blonde. “Don’t mind Brittany. She has one of the most unique personalities I’ve ever encountered in my whole life. She is also very affectionate and hell, I’ll admit it, a great lover.”
Blaine blinked. God, this was weird.
“Here, let me introduce you to Finn and Puck,” he said, dragging Blaine over to where two young men were sitting in the lounge area. One of them was really tall and absolutely lit up when Kurt arrived; the other had a mowhawk, was muscular and had his shirt off, revealing a nipple ring. The tall one reached for Kurt and Kurt sat down in his lap, gesturing for Blaine to sit down on a sofa. Blaine did and Kurt spoke. “Finn, Puck, this is Blaine,” he said. “He’s new and a little nervous.”
The tall boy, Finn, wrapped arm around Kurt and smiled. “Hi Blaine,” he said gently. “Kurt, did they assign you to train him?” Kurt nodded. “Aw, that’s harsh. I trained Quinn when they brought her in last year. It’s not easy, but Blaine, dude, you’re lucky to have Kurt. He’ll take good care of you.”
Blaine nodded. Kurt had so far.
The other boy smiled. “Welcome to the group Blaine,” he said. “Name’s Puck. As you can see, we all kind of look after each other, so yeah dude, totally there for you. Like Finn said though, Kurt here will take good care of you.”
Blaine sat, confused. His life had changed, completely and he didn’t like it one bit, but there was a warm comfort coming from this group