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Kurt had given up to rattle at the ropes around his wrists or the spreader bar at his ankles that forced him to expose his pussy to the audience. He just cried silently while he sat naked on the stage and looked on the ground, his hands behind his back knotted at a hook that was firmly anchored to the ground. Along with him were 9 other people bounded next to him. Most of them cried as well.
"This toy is 26 years old, former singer, has a perfect body as you can see, brown hair, blue eyes and it sadly has a gag reflex but a pretty face," a voice said and Kurt shivered, knowing they were talking about him.
Someone whipped his back and Kurt cried in pain while he felt how a part of his heart broke.
"Look up, toy," another voice said and Kurt lifted his head to look in the audience.
It was horrible.
Men and women were standing there, smiled, laughed and looked him over as if he was a piece of meat.
"The starting offer for this toy is 50 000$."
A big, old man raised his hand and the auctioneer said: "60 000 for the man in the corner."
Kurt sobbed and slipped his eyes shut. He tried to persuade himself that this wasn't happening. That he would wake up and be in New York again. That he could walk on the street without having to show his pass the patrol every few minutes.
"70 000 for the pretty Lady over there – 80 000 for the gentlemen here – 90 000 ..."
Kurt bit down his lower lip and felt the need to press his legs together. He still couldn't believe there were people who wanted to 'buy' him and that they could do anything with him what they wanted, without anyone trying to protect Kurt.
What had he done wrong to deserve this hell?
"Yes, is there a remark by the handsome gentlemen in the dark blue jacket?", the auctioneer asked.
"I'm ready to pay 200 000$ for him," a familiar voice said and Kurt opened his eyes, checking whether his mind tried to fool him. But there was actually Sebastian Smythe standing between all the crazy people, smiling at Kurt when he saw that he was looking up. Kurt blushed and lowered his head immediately. He tried to press his legs together as firmly as he could, but it was no use. It was so embarrassing knowing that Sebastian saw him like that. Bad enough that there were all these people wanting to abuse Kurt, but it was worse because Sebastian was someone he knew.
"That's awesome, do I get 210 000?"
The thick man raised his hand once more. He and Sebastian had something like a competition now, since no one else wanted to spend so much money. The man gave up on 300 000$ so Sebastian purchased Kurt Hummel.
Kurt didn't know what to think, how to feel. He had always hated Sebastian since he had tried to get Blaine years ago, but he hoped that Sebastian was just trying to be nice and save him, let him free ...
They removed the bar around Kurt's ankles, pulled him up and pushed him down the stage, to bring him to his owner. The way to Sebastian was horrible, everywhere were hands and touched him, pinched and slapped him. They knew that they weren't allowed to touch him when the toy had a collar so they grabbed the chance to touch Kurt just one time before he was officially the property of the man.
Sebastian had already received Kurt's ID card, his title deed and a free stun gun when Kurt arrived. The men handed Sebastian a collar over.
"The collar is the last step to mark your possession, Sir," one said and Kurt didn't do anything when he felt how Sebastian put the leather band around his neck. He just stared at his feet and heard how the next auction took its place.
"Enjoy the toy, Sir!", the other guy said and then they went away.
Kurt held his breath and wished his wrists weren't bounded so that he could cover his crotch. He felt so dizzy and asked himself what Sebastian was up to.
Would he be nice?
Or would he try to hurt him?
Without a word, Sebastian took his jacket off and put it around Kurt's shoulders. It didn't cover Kurt's crotch, but his shoulders, back and his butt. This kind of affection made Kurt weak so he started to sob like had never done before and leaned forward while he pressed his head against Sebastian's shoulders, longing for some protection.
"Sebastian," he sniveled, "I-I never thought I'd be so happy to see your meerkat face again."
Sebastian didn't respond to Kurt's touch and sighed.
"It seems like you don't get what just happened," he said, took Kurt at his shoulders and pushed him away so that he could look in his face.
Kurt's eyes widened when he realized that Sebastian didn't buy him to rescue him, but to own him.
"Y-you don't really – you didn't do that to mock and torture me until this silly society becomes normal again, right?", he asked and looked at the documents and taser in Sebastian's right hand.
"Well, I'm not sure what I will do with you," Sebastian admitted and took his hands away. "I just came here to watch ... and when I saw you – I waited for a while because I thought your fiancé would buy you."
Kurt tensed up and fought back his tears. He was definitely not in the mood to talk about Blaine.
"We're not together anymore ..."
"Did he cheat on you again?", Sebastian asked, an amused smile on his face. But it faded away when Kurt's eyes turned into a dark sadness.
"No? Kurt!", he complained, "You should've never got back together!"
"I don't want to talk about it. And don't want to be here for one more minute."
"Hmm," Sebastian mumbled and crossed his arms while he looked down to Kurt's pussy. Kurt realised that, blushed, turned around and tried to walk away, but Sebastian gripped his arms and pushed him against the next wall.
"Don't you dare to walk away," he hissed. "You're my possession now and you will obey."
Kurt swallowed and stared at the ceiling.
This was a nightmare.
A never-ending nightmare.
"I kinda wish someone else would've had more money than you," he whispered, trying to regain at least a part of his dignity.
"Oh, okay," Sebastian meant, gripped Kurt at his collar and pulled him closer to the middle of the big room where all the people stood. "Look at that fat man who can't stop looking at you."
Kurt gulped when he saw him. He had been the one with the first offer and he seemed to be very awkward.
"I can bring you back on the stage, withdraw my offer and he would buy you. Do you think you would survive a rape or would his weight break all your ribs? It's your decision whether you want to be his slave or mine."
"W-why do you hate me?", Kurt asked and Sebastian raised his brows.
"That's what you think?"
"It's obvious."
Sebastian left hold of Kurt's collar and licked his lips.
"Let's talk about that when we're home."
"You're mad when you think I would go home with you," Kurt meant and walked away again.
He choked when Sebastian tugged at his collar and made him stop.
"Don't force me to hurt you, Kurt," he whispered into his ear and Kurt shivered.
Sebastian turned Kurt around and held his collar with one and his documents and taser with the other.
"I didn't make these rules. I didn't say that you're not a human because there is something between your legs that doesn't belong there," Sebastian said and stared intimidatingly in Kurt's eyes, "and I didn't kidnap you and brought you here, did I?"
"N-no," Kurt answered and lowered his head.
"No. I am the one, the only one who cares enough about you to buy you. Or where are all your friends? Or your dad? Why aren't they here? Why didn't they try to purchase you?"
"T-they just seized me yesterday evening ... They don't know yet, I guess .. But it's a coincidence that you're here." Kurt looked up again and kneaded his fingers. "So don't assert you would care about me. You didn't come here for me, but because you are just as weird as the rest of the people here!"
Suddenly there was an electric spark on Kurt's knee pits and he sank down on the floor, in front of Sebastian who was just as surprised as him and looked angrily at the woman with the taser in her hand.
"What the fuck are you doing with my toy?", he yelled at her and her polite smile faded away.
"Oh, I'm sorry I was thinking-"
"I don't care what you were thinking. Touch again what you can't afford and I'm gonna use that thing on you!"
The woman rolled her eyes, but left and Sebastian knelt down to Kurt, his hand carefully stroking his tear-stained cheek.
"I'm sorry, Kurt," he meant compassionately, but thought that this situation was a great example of what happened when Kurt disobeyed. "You see what happens when you talk to me like that. I'm your owner and you should get used to it. And now get up," he said, stood up and reached out his hand to help Kurt up.
Kurt furrowed his brow and thought about how to escape this situation.
"Get up!", he repeated, but Kurt didn't move.
"You like to be hurt?"
"Of course not," Kurt whispered.
"Then follow one simple rule. Do what your Master says."
Kurt couldn't help – he laughed. Sebastian calling himself Master was just ridiculous.
The hit wasn't that rough, but Kurt hadn't expected Sebastian to slap his face, that was why he bit his lips bloody.
"You forced me to hurt you," Sebastian said while a shiver ran down Kurt's spine. It really seemed like he was at Sebastian's mercy and no one wanted to help. No one really cared. They all just wanted to have a toy, a personal slave.
"I will give you an order and you will obey. If you disobey, I have to punish you. It's as simple as that. And never laugh at me again. Do you stand up now?"
Kurt licked his bloody lips and took a deep breath.
"You should fuck it hard. It asks for it," an old man who was suddenly standing there said. Sebastian got angry about all these people who behaved like they were in charge. He decided to ignore him and pulled Kurt up.
"P-please don't rape me," Kurt sobbed and looked to Sebastian with pleading eyes. Sebastian wiped off Kurt's tears and Kurt relaxed a bit when he stared into the warm, green eyes.
"I won't rape you. I won't fuck you unless you beg for it," he replied with a smug grin and Kurt raised one brow.
"T-that will never happen."
"We'll see about that," Sebastian laughed. "And now come home with me, we can talk there."
Kurt closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Okay."
He let Sebastian guide him out of the auction house and into his car. Sebastian seated Kurt on the front passenger seat and was pretty pensive during the whole car trip.
Kurt could tell. He watched him.
He didn't know what Sebastian had done the past years and he hated himself that he even cared. He hated himself that he had a pussy instead of a penis and he hated the world that this made even a difference.
"So Smythe," Kurt started to break the silence, "don't you have any other hobbies instead of attending inhuman auctions and get hard when people cry?"
Sebastian laughed and shook his head.
"I kinda missed your bitchy behavior."
"I don't have a bitchy behavior!", Kurt insisted.
"Well, if you're not bitchy you're dumb. Or have you forgotten that I can do to you whatever I want and no one would judge me?" He glanced at Kurt who averted his gaze.
"I'm neither bitchy nor dumb. I'm just a normal human being who wants human rights."
Sebastian didn't react to what Kurt had said. Luckily they arrived before the silence was going to kill both of them.
"That's my house," Sebastian meant proudly and helped Kurt out of the car. Kurt stared at the big, beautiful white house.
Sebastian pushed Kurt inside and laid his documents and the taser on a table in the entrance hall. Kurt admired the marble floor and looked further around, but he winced when he felt a hand on his butt.
"Don't touch me there you ugly pig!", he yelled, but Sebastian held him at his bounded wrists and slapped his ass three times while Kurt squirmed and writhed.
"I hate you!", Kurt hissed and received three more hits for saying that.
He panted with rage, but stayed still this time.
With a smile Sebastian pulled the jacket away from Kurt's shoulders.
"S-Sebastian, please," Kurt breathed and bent his upper body away from him. Sebastian swallowed and watched how Kurt's muscles on his back moved.
"You're beautiful," he said and Kurt blushed again. "I mean it."
Sebastian laid his left palm on the red wounded butt and pressed slightly. Kurt pushed his hips away, but Sebastian took his hand from Kurt's wrists and placed it on his collar where he pulled him close against his body.
Kurt tensed up and waited for Sebastian to do anything, but he just pressed his nose in his hair and inhaled his scent, smiling contentedly. Kurt didn't even try to free himself when Sebastian held him like this. Sure, he was humiliated, angry and a part of him wanted to spit at Sebastian, but he had called him beautiful.
Kurt couldn't remember the last time someone had called him like that.
"I-I didn't even know you're that rich," Kurt mumbled nervously, trying to distract himself from the weird position.
"I'm a lucky guy," Sebastian said and digged his nails into Kurt's butt, making the boy wince.
"I could've spent millions to buy you," he meant and grinned, "but I didn't want you to pride yourself on that."
Kurt's emotions changed immediately from gratefulness into the usual despite he felt every time when he thought about Sebastian Smythe.
"Speaking of pride," Sebastian tilted his head and whispered into Kurt's ear, "from now an I'm gonna call you cunt."