First Encounters || Kurt and Blaine
notanaverageanderson:
Blaine paused for a moment at Kurt’s words. “Sir.” That was new… The only person he’d ever heard called sir was his father. Maybe this situation really was changing him. Making him like them. That was a thought Blaine wasn’t very fond of, and he didn’t exactly know how to respond to it. He gave Kurt a small smile and replied simply, “Just Blaine, if you don’t mind.” He didn’t want to actually give Kurt orders, but this was a request he hoped his ‘slave’ would obey. It was unnerving to be talked to like that, as if he were superior. Of course, Blaine knew it was what was expected of the slaves… But that didn’t mean he had to like it.
Blaine took Kurt’s hands gently, avoiding the redness and touching only the now-clean skin of Kurt’s palms. Blaine carefully slid his fingers to the ropes that ties Kurt’s hands together, pulling the knots to loosen the binding’s grip on Kurt’s flesh. For the first time, Blaine noted the ties on Kurt’s ankles as well… It didn’t look like he would be running away any time soon.
Blaine shifted his gaze back to Kurt’s wrists. Without thinking about anything more than how painful the ties appeared, Blaine pulled out the rest of the knots as quickly as he could. He pulled the ropes off of Kurt’s arms and quickly stood back up, retreating a few steps. “Okay… look, Kurt. I don’t want to put more ropes on you, okay? I hate them. But I’m not technically supposed to untie you, because they’re worried the slaves might try to kill their masters to escape… But look, if you promise to not try to strangle me or anything, I promise to let you keep your arms free.” Blaine took a step foreword, offering his hand to shake on it, “Deal?”
Watching Blaine begin to fidget with the ropes on his wrist, he felt his breath catch in his throat when Blaine paused. Had he said something wrong? Had he done something wrong? Had the older man changed his mind about untying him? Kurt’s mind was racing with all kinds of questions as to why the tanned man in front of him would have stopped what he was doing. When he insisted on being called ‘Blaine’, adding a small smile to the request, Kurt found himself nodding slowly. From the stories that he had heard, most of the masters like to be called ‘sir’ or ‘master’ or something like that - something that denoted their supposed superiority over the slaves, but Blaine was insisting on the opposite. “Blaine,” he said softly with another slight nod. “Okay.”
As Blaine took Kurt’s hands in his own, Kurt watched as the older man carefully avoided the redness left by the binds. He really was taken back by just how gentle and kind the man was being with him. He had half expected to have to deal with someone who he was going to have to at least slightly attempt to fight off while he was tied up. He had expected someone who would just immediately force him into things that he wouldn’t want to do to show who was in command. The least thing he had expected was someone like Blaine.
When Blaine freed his wrists from the ropes, Kurt immediately pulled them back to his chest to cradle them in his own embrace, lightly rubbing at the skin in an attempt to make them stop hurting. Looking up at Blaine as he started speaking again, he couldn’t help but raise a brow. “You can’t honestly think that you can untie my hands and expect me to just keep my ankles tied up,” he stated, speaking before he really thought about it.
First Encounters || Kurt and Blaine
notanaverageanderson:
Blaine recalled the guards telling him they had bathed Kurt, but he hadn’t given it more than a moment’s thought. Now, as he saw the slight color come to Kurt’s cheeks, Blaine began to get a better image of what had occurred… and he didn’t like it. Blaine knew it was foolish to be upset about such a trivial thing, seeing as the guards did the same to all the other slaves as well… But Blaine couldn’t help it. Kurt probably didn’t even like him, but for some reason the thought of anyone else touching him like that troubled Blaine immensely. Kurt was his after all. Being protective was one of Blaine’s default settings. With anyone he cared about, Blaine always put them before himself. It was his nature. One of the many natures his parents had imagined a slave would get rid of.
Blaine’s gaze flicked to Kurt’s wrists at the sound of the his. The skin was raw and red, the bindings cutting into the other boy. Blaine looked away, trying to hide a cringe. It was normally not advised to change your slaves bindings, or even alter them in any way, until after at least two weeks of possession; But Blaine couldn’t help himself. He wasn’t going to just sit around and do nothing if someone was in pain, and Kurt was no exception.
Blaine closed the distance between himself and the bed and knelt down on the floor. He looked at Kurt, trying desperately to make eye contact so he could portray that he sincerely meant the other boy no harm. “Kurt? Give me your hands.” Blaine told his slave. He hated that… “his slave.” Even the word itself sounded cruel. Blaine sighed slightly, and added, “Please?”
Kurt hardly noticed when Blaine turned away at the sound of Kurt’s hiss, he was too focused on trying to magic the damn binds off of his wrists. “Ouch!” he whispered with another hiss as he continued to fight against the binds. Sighing heavily as the skin on his wrists became so red that it appeared they were about to start bleeding, he instead focused on the binds on his ankles; those hadn’t cut into his skin too much. Grumbling softly under his breath, he quickly realized that he wouldn’t be able to untie his feet until he actually got the binds on his wrists off.
Jumping a little when Blaine was suddenly next to the bed, Kurt inched away from him a little as he looked over at the man. Swallowing hard when Blaine pretty much ordered him to give him his hands, he nodded a bit and began to inch closer to the edge of the bed. He found himself stopping in his movements though when Blaine said please and raised a brow. That was the last thing that Kurt had expected to hear from the lips of the man who now ‘owned’ him. “U-Um..y-yes sir..” he said softly, unsure of what else to say really. Moving as close to the edge as he could without tumbling off the bed, he reached out and offered his hands to Blaine, wincing a little as the binds rubbed at his already raw skin.
First Encounters || Kurt and Blaine
notanaverageanderson:
Blaine took in the sight of his slave, memorizing each detail of Kurt’s face. The bruise marred what would have otherwise been gorgeous features, but Blaine ignored it. It all seemed a bit unreal. Although he wouldn’t admit it, Blaine couldn’t help but think that Kurt was by far the most attractive of all the slaves. He’d met most of them by this point, both the males and females, but they had been just average to Blaine. Kurt was nowhere near average.
Something inside of Blaine wanted nothing more than to until Kurt and just let him go, simply because he couldn’t stand the sight of the boy tied up and miserable-looking on his bed. Blaine knew it was crazy though. Not only would his parents kill him, the guards would probably do the same to Kurt… Blaine looked down for a moment, unsure of himself and of what to say to Kurt. He had never been in this position before, attempting to make conversation with a person that was 100% his. Although… something told Blaine that Kurt didn’t exactly consider himself “property.”
Blaine wet his bottom lip, shifting his weight awkwardly. He looked back up and Kurt and attempted a charming smile. “Well, hello Kurt. Do… you like the suite? Better than the basement?” Blaine asked, still hoping desperately that Kurt would warm up to him. He didn’t want to see him looking upset or scared… And what Blaine wouldn’t give to see the other boy smile.
Shifting a little, as best as he could in his bound state, Kurt chewed on his lower lip as he felt Blaine’s eyes on him - studying him. He had to bite back a remark that was in the back of his mind about how if Blaine were to take a picture it would probably last longer, part of him afraid that Blaine would hit him like the guards had. That shit actually hurt, bad; his face still stung. The way that he assumed it worked around here was that no one touched him unless Blaine had said it was okay, and if Blaine had said it was okay to hit him like that - well he didn’t really want to know if Blaine hit harder than the guard. Watching Blaine, Kurt noticed his eyes quickly dart towards the ground and Kurt realized then that the boy had been telling the truth. Blaine hadn’t been the one to buy him. Sure, he may have been bought for Blaine but he wasn’t bought by him.
Unsure of what to do other than just sit where he was - and really unable to do anything more than fall onto his side because of the bindings - Kurt found himself staring at his own bindings. The ropes around his wrists were starting to burn the most since he had been fighting those the longest. At first, he’d just been chained to the wall in the basement by his wrists - and they’d been rather lengthy chains so he had been able to move around if he wanted to. Then he had attacked one of the guards in an attempt to get away and the length of his chains had been greatly shortened. His second attempt at getting away when they had been trying to take him up to the suite he would be sharing with Blaine had been the last straw for the guards and they had tied him up rather tightly. Despite everything that had happened though, and despite the fact that he would rather not be hit again he would never admit the fact that he was someone’s ‘property’.
When Blaine asked how he liked the suite, Kurt looked up to give Blaine more attention before shrugging a little. “It’s a step up from the basement, yes,” he said with a slight nod. “It’s not as if I’ve had the chance to look around or anything. Nothing besides the bathroom,” he said, looking down once more with a slight blush at the thought that other people had touched him to clean him, like he couldn’t do it himself. Fidgeting with the binds once more, he hissed softly as the ropes burned his wrists a bit.
First Encounters || Kurt and Blaine
notanaverageanderson:
Blaine had to admit it. He was a bit nervous. He wasn’t exactly used to meeting new people, particularly people that he owned. But if Kurt wasn’t going to cooperate, Blaine was just going to have to take matters into his own hands. Blaine made his way up the stairs, trailing his hand along the railing like usual. Calming his nerves and his thoughts.
As he reached his suite Blaine took a breath, pausing for a moment to collect and compose himself. He brushed his fingers against the cool doorknob before twisting it slightly and opening the door, slipping inside and flipping on the lights. He immediately saw Kurt, still bound, on his bed. Blaine began, a bit to quickly, to make his way to where Kurt sat.
He paused a safe three feet from the bed, fiddling with his thumb a bit. He looked down at Kurt and offered a small smile, hoping that the other boy would warm up to him.
“Hi. We… Haven’t officially met. My name’s Blaine.”
(Ooc: Kind of short, but because you have to leave I was trying to be quick!)
Kurt huffed softly as he sat in the middle of the bed in the empty suite. He was clean now though the process was something he hadn’t enjoyed in the slightest. The guards or servants or whatever they were had insisted he wasn’t allowed on the clean sheets while he was still dirty from his fairly extended stay in the basement. He had insisted that he was able to clean himself - it’s not like he could go anywhere - but they had insisted he not be untied. So there he had sat, incredibly awkward and uncomfortable and entirely naked, doing his best to stay together while complete strangers scrubbed his body clean.
He felt so entirely violated. No one had ever touched him when he didn’t have clothes on. Kurt was a virgin and he was always careful when it came to things like that. Now, sitting in the room in a new pair of clothes, he sat shaking a bit trying to calm his nerves while waiting for Blaine to make an appearance eventually. The lights throughout the entire suite were turned out - a cruel kind of payback for Kurt biting one of the guards and drawing blood; the quickly bruising and reddened mark that was shining on the pale skin of his cheekbone also a more physical revenge.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Kurt looked up towards the door and winced a bit as the lights suddenly flipped on. He closed his eyes tight and lowered her his, shaking his head a bit as he tried to adjust to the bright light suddenly filling the room. When his vision cleared, he swallowed hard as he took in the appearance of his ‘master’; there was no denying that the man was incredibly good looking. Finally lifting his head from his lap, the bruise becoming more evident with every passing moment, he looked up at Blaine as he heard his voice. Taking a deep breath, he sighed heavily while studying Blaine where he was standing. He seemed nice enough, despite Kurt’s harsh attitude. He wasn’t going to allow himself to fall for this though; the moment he thought that the man who owned him was gentle or nice was the moment he lost, and more than likely the moment that he got hurt.
“Kurt,” he said simply, not saying anything more than that.
notanaverageanderson:
I know. I was just trying to be polite. But if you’re not planning on giving me a straight answer, I’m just going to do whatever I want. Do you really want that?
*glares* Fine. What do you want.
notanaverageanderson:
I’m sorry! You don’t have to snap you know, I’m not trying to be mean to you. And I’m sure your dad will be fine… Would you mind terribly if I came up to meet you?
I have a pretty damn good reason to snap. I don’t really have much choice in the matter, do I? It’s your suite…
notanaverageanderson:
I… I didn’t mean it like that. I did want you! I just don’t love the idea having a slave, that was my parents.
Yeah. Well, regardless of what you wanted I’m here aren’t I? I mean god. My dad’s probably freaking the hell out right now. I swear to god if he has another damn heart attack..
notanaverageanderson replied to your post: I… thought it would be appropriate to..
I didn’t! Buy you, I mean. My parents did. But… your welcome?
And I’m supposed to believe that? I mean…I wake up in a basement, told I’ll never see my friends and family again, and then told that I’m a sex slave..and then you expect me to believe you didn’t want me?
I... thought it would be appropriate to introduce myself. My name is Blaine. And from what I've been told, yours is Kurt, correct?
So, you’re the one who ‘bought’ me then? Well…I guess I should at least say thank you for having me brought up out of the basement.
Well…the guards yanked me from downstairs..
and threw me into this empty suite. Awesome. I assume this means I’ve been ‘bought’. I haven’t met him yet, but if he thinks he can just walk all over me or whatever and I’ll submit, he’s sorely mistaken.
