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Chapter 1
Get Straight
When Blaine came out to his parents neither were happy about it. They were the Anderson’s, having a gay son was NOT acceptable.
At sixteen he was sent to a ‘get straight’ camp, which only proved to him that he was indeed one hundred percent gay. He did what he was supposed to, acted how they wanted in order to leave.
After a year he was considered ‘cured’ and sent to an all-boys private school, Dalton Academy, for his senior year. His grades were perfect, he was perfect.
His parents decided that for his eighteenth birthday they would allow him to have a party in the basement. He invited all his friends from school and some girls from their sister school, Crawford Country Day.
The party went great and gradually the guest filtered out leaving Blaine with a few of his closest friends: Sebastian, Nick, and Jeff. Nick and Jeff were playing pool, he and Sebastian were sitting on the couch facing each other talking about music, comic books, and movies, anything that came up really.
Before he knew what was happening Sebastian had moved incredibly close and his lips were only a breath away. As Sebastian leaned in he closed his eyes. He felt Sebastian’s hand slide along his neck, thumb on his cheek and fingers playing with the curls behind his ear. Sebastian paused, breathing against his lips. “I’ve wanted to do this since the first time I saw you.”
Blaine opened his eyes just enough to see Sebastian’s green eyes darken a shade before his lips pressed to his. He slid his hand along Sebastian’s neck to grip around the back. He licked across the seam of his lips and Sebastian granted access.
As Blaine deepened the kiss he shifted his weight, slowly laying Sebastian back on the couch. Sebastian’s hand left his neck sliding around to rest between his shoulder blades. Blaine hovered over him as he broke away to kiss down Sebastian’s neck to his collarbone eliciting a light moan from the boy under him. “Oh god.”
Blaine smiled against his skin. “And I’ve wanted to do this.” Blaine worked his way back up Sebastian’s neck, across his jaw to capture his lips again. He moaned into the kiss as Sebastian sucked his lip gently.
Neither boy realized that their friends had left, obviously giving them some privacy but also drawing his parents’ attention to the basement, where Blaine was now alone, with a boy. Both boys definitely noticed when the lights came on, the music stopped and Blaine was ripped away from Sebastian.
His father held his arm in an iron grip, looking over he saw his mother by the stereo. Blaine looked at Sebastian, hair rumbled, lips red and kiss-swollen and knew he’d never see him again.
Mr. Anderson’s voice was a growl when he spoke. “Get. The Fuck. OUT!” Sebastian was already moving to leave and when he got to the door Mr. Anderson growled again. “And stay the FUCK away from my son!”
Once Sebastian was gone, Mr. Anderson dragged his son over to a door in the back of the basement. Blaine knew where they were going. He started to struggle and plead with tears filling his eyes. “No, no no no, please, no. Dad, please.” Mr. Anderson retched the door open shoving Blaine in. He stumbled falling to his knees. His father slammed the door, locking it, and sealing Blaine in total darkness.
He turned, still on his knees and banged on the door, begged his father. “Dad, please. I’m sorry it won’t happen again, please don’t leave me in here. Daaaad, pllleease, please let me out.” The last was barely a whisper he knew it was hopeless. His pleas fell on deaf ears and as he heard his father’s footfalls as he walked away his mother very softly spoke, “William honey is this necessary?” He didn’t hear his father’s response.
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Time was hard to decipher in the room. There was only a toilet and a simple prison style cot. His meals were slid under the door accompanied by a bottle of water. This wasn’t the first time he’d spent time in this room. His father used the room often when he was growing up. Usually just for a few hours, a couple times it was overnight, but never this long.
He counted the days based on his meals. Breakfast, lunch, dinner: One. Breakfast, lunch, dinner: Two. By his count, it had been nine days when his father came for him.
He was ushered in silence to the basement bathroom to shower and change. There were clothes waiting on the counter. Once he was clean and clothed he left to head upstairs only to find the door locked. Well, it was better than the room.
As he walked to the sitting area he noticed a beautiful girl, sitting on the couch, in her bra and underwear. He stopped. What was this about? What was his father trying to do? What exactly did he want from him?
The girl stood and approached him. She stopped with their bare toes inches away. She ran her hands down his chest to rest on the waistband of his jeans. “What a pleasant surprise, you’re gorgeous.”
“I’m also gay.”
“Yes, well I’m here to fix that.”
“There is no ‘fixing’ it, it’s part of who I am.”
“So, you don’t find me attractive, not at all?”
“I think you’re beautiful, but you’re a girl and I’m not interested.”
She slides one hand down to cup his flaccid cock. “Hmm, let’s see if we can change that.” With her other hand she reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra then letting it fall. She takes Blaine’s hands placing them over her breasts.
He steps out of her hold, cock still not interested. “I’m not doing this.”
She huffs, “Look if you don’t have sex with me they are going to send you to the facility, you don’t want that.”
“No, what I don't want is any of this. None of it is going to change who I am. Please leave.”
The girl grabs her clothes but doesn’t get dressed, she walks up to the door knocking a pattern. The door opens and he hears her say, “No, he wouldn’t even touch me, I’m sorry.” The door shuts with a click of the lock.
That evening his mother brought his dinner. She didn’t speak to him, shit she wouldn’t even look at him. “Mom, please let me out of here. I’ll leave, you won’t ever have to see me again. Please, don’t let him do this to me. Mom?” He got nothing, she just turned and walked out, locking the door behind her.
He ate his food and drank his glass of water, hmm not a bottle this time. Suddenly he felt dizzy and light headed. He picked up his water glass, there was a white powdery residue in the bottom. His own mother drugged him. The glass slid from his grasp crashing to the floor as he lost the fight with his consciousness.
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When Blaine woke his head felt fuzzy, he tried to rub his hand over his face but couldn’t move his arm. That pulled him to reality real quick. He swallowed but it felt tight, like something was restricting the motion of his throat, was he wearing some kind of collar? He tried to sit up, but couldn’t. Trying to move each limb he evaluated he was restrained, spread eagle.
Further inspection he found he was also completely naked and hard, painfully so. Now that his head was clearing he could feel the strain of his cock, throbbing for attention. He groaned as he tried to move to touch himself, he bucked his hips for some kind of friction, but there was none. God, it hurt.
“Ah, you’re awake, good, we can get started.”
The sound of a woman’s voice startled him. He tried to look in the direction from which she spoke but the restraints impaired his movements. “Started?” His voice was rough, scratchy from lack of use.
“Bethany!”
Blaine doubled his efforts twisting in his restraints to see what was happening, but still couldn’t really see anything.
“God you really are gorgeous.” Wait, that voice. He looked to the foot of the bed, seems that’s what he was tied to, to see the girl from his basement. She stood there completely naked. She licked her lips as she crawled up the bed, kissing the inside of his thighs as she went. She sat up addressing someone over her shoulder.
“Anything?”
“Yes.” The mystery lady said. “Don’t hurt him or leave marks. When you’re done send in Shelby. I’ll be in my office if you need me, his erection should last about four hours. Everyone has been briefed. Just remember NO anal.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He heard the door close as Bethany looked back at him.
“What’s going on? Where am I?” He asked.
“I told you at your house, if you didn’t have sex with me you were going to the facility. This…” She gestures around herself with her arm. “Is the facility. You’ve been given a drug to stimulate you. There’s also a ring around the base of your cock and your balls. You will have an erection for about four hours. You’ll come but the erection will stay. I’ll be first, then Shelby. The others will then come in one by one some having their way with you others just to check your response until you go soft. You will be given four hours then to rest, eat and rehydrate before another dose will be given. Then we start over.”
“You have got to be fucking kidding me. So my parents sent me to a rape facility. I’m a virgin, I don’t want to lose it this way. Please. You all can’t do this to me. Please. Don’t.”
“It’s to condition your body to want women. And Blaine, it’s happening, you should at least try to enjoy it.”
By the time she finished her sentence he could feel her breath on his cock. She licked up his length causing him to moan. “Oh god.” He couldn’t help it, his cock was so desperate to come. She hummed. “See, not so bad.” She continued sucking, licking and twisting her tongue around the head while stroking what she couldn’t fit in her mouth.
Blaine wasn’t about to tell her he was close. Fuck this bitch. He groaned as he came down her throat. She pulled off with an obscene pop wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Could’ve warned me.”
“Fuck you.”
“You’re about to.” She rolled a condom down his still throbbing cock then straddled his waist. “God I’m so wet for you. You don’t know how fucking sexy you are. If this works, you should call me.”
“It’s not going to work. I’m gay I like dick, you should understand, you like it too.”
She smirked as she lowered herself onto his cock. “Oh god, you’re so big. You feel amazing.”
Blaine whimpered at the sensitivity of his cock. God he just wanted this to be over. She rode him hard till he came again. He did his best to stay quiet, only letting a whimper or small moan escape but never intentionally.
She pulled off him then removed and disposed of the condom before kissing his forehead, as she turned to leave he asked. “What’s the rings for?”
“You’ll see.” She shouted over her shoulder, then she was gone.
He heard the door then her say, “Shelby you’re up.”
“How was it? Is this one at least cute?”
“Shelby he’s fucking gorgeous and his cock is huge. It was great. Go get em’.”
He heard the door close again and a few minutes later a beautiful brunette stood at the foot of the bed. “God she was right, you are gorgeous.”
She licked up his cock as she crawled up his body but didn’t linger. She wasted no time rolling the condom on before lowering her already wet pussy over him. Completely sheathing him in her warm heat. “You are huge, that feels so good.”
This time he stayed silent, this time he knew what to expect. Shelby rode him fast and hard. Once he came she removed the condom throwing it in the trash as she left.
He heard talking again but it didn’t matter. His cock was so oversensitive from three orgasms, yet still rock hard, he couldn’t think straight it hurt so bad. He felt so drained. He didn’t think he could take much more.
“Hey, handsome.” Well, this was unexpected. He opened his eyes to see a very attractive naked man at the foot of his bed. The man was slowly stroking his hard cock. Blaine felt butterflies in his belly and his heartbeat quicken then a slight hum before HOLY SHIT. The pain hit his genitals like a freight train. The electricity making him arch his back off the bed. He screamed begging for it to stop. He thought it never would. As tears started to leak from the corners of his eyes the humming stopped but the pain remained.
When he was finally able to open his eyes he noticed the man was gone. Holy shit. Now he knows what the rings are for. Fuck.
He heard the door then a pretty redhead walked up to the side of the bed. “Hey, gorgeous.” As she crawled onto the bed she wrapped her hand around his cock making him cry out in pain. “Fuuuuck! Please, stop.” Fresh tears slid down his face. “Please.” He begged. “Don’t…”
She ignored him and continued stroking him and licking over the slit. His body went through having an orgasm but there were only a few small spurts of come. She reached over grabbing a wipe to clean him up. Tossing it as she left.
Three girls later, sex with two, blowjob from the other plus another attractive naked man stroking himself causing Blaine to endure the most horrendous pain he’d ever felt. He has no idea how much time passed. He was no longer able to come at all and he was in horrific pain. His hands and feet were numb. Arms and legs cramped. The pressure on his throat was making it hard to swallow. His chest felt like a sumo wrestler was sitting on it. The muscles in his stomach were drawn taught. His balls were sore, but worst of all his penis was aching, even the slightest breeze felt like a knife being dragged along the shaft, but there it was, hard as ever. His brain was becoming hazy, his eyelids heavier. He was slipping, the darkness was calling, and it seemed safe.
After the last girl left, Jennifer he thinks her name was, he heard a commotion out in the hall, then the door slammed before he heard the click of a lock. He attempted to open his eyes but everything hurt. He whimpered and begged through his tears, “Please no, no more, god it hurts please stop.”
“Oh god.” He felt light feather soft fingers brush his forehead. Blaine flinched as a hand touched his thigh. “Fuck he’s hooked up to Electroshock. Get the reversal drug, give it to him, NOW!” He felt a small pinch but that was nothing compared to the rest of his body.
“God I’m so sorry I didn’t get here sooner.” That voice, he knew that voice, it was so beautiful and angelic. But it couldn’t be. He must have passed out, he must be dreaming. But, it sounded so real, so close. Blaine tried again to open his eyes but discovered to his surprise his lids were made of lead.
“Shh, relax, I’ve got you, you’re safe now love.” Blaine sighed and melted into the haze.
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He must not have been out long cause when he came to he was still restrained, but only his arms. Someone was removing the restraint from his neck. His eyes fluttered open but his vision was so blurry, he couldn’t focus so he closed them again.
“Hey, how you feel? Can you move your toes?” There was that voice again. He wiggled his toes. “Okay, try to move your feet, good, good, legs?” Blaine moved his legs and it felt amazing. He realized the tightness around his neck was gone and swallowed. Then slowly his arm was brought to lay on his chest. Then the other to join the first.
“Move your fingers for me, good, roll your wrists, nice. Can you lift your arms?”
Blaine tried, but they too felt like lead. He groaned then, realizing he hadn’t spoken in so long he wasn’t sure he could. He tried, but words wouldn’t come out. He felt a cool soft hand on his jaw. “Shh, it’s okay. We’re getting you out of here. Finn, you ready? Where’s Puck?”
“He’s got the car ready, let’s go.”
“I’m going to pick you up okay?”
Blaine nodded, or at least he thinks he did, but as a blanket was draped over his naked body he whimpered and winced when it rubbed against his erection. “I’m sorry, that will do down soon, I promise.”
He slid one hand under Blaine’s shoulders and the other under the back side of his knees lifting him bridal style. He kissed his forehead and Blaine’s nose was filled with the smell of vanilla. The shift of his weight caused a whimper from Blaine’s lips. “I’m sorry, my love.” He kissed the top of Blaine’s head as he started to move. “I’ve got you. I’ll never let anyone hurt you, not ever again.”
There was so much conviction in that voice, a possessiveness that Blaine couldn’t stop his body from responding to. As the mystery man kissed the top of his head again while laying him down, a shiver ran through Blaine’s body causing him to sigh. He never felt safer.
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As he came to he knew they were moving. He was laying in the back seat of a car with his head on what felt like a lap. Fingers softly carding through his curls. He could hear muffled voices, he needed to focus. He left his eyes closed as he listened.
“How long was he there?” The voice from earlier that HE had called Finn asked.
“Almost three hours, he’s dehydrated and probably starving. We don’t know the last time he ate.” HE informed him.
“How did you know where he was?” A deep rough voice asked.
“I felt him, felt his fear, his pain. I’d felt it before, but it was never like this, never this intense. It was excruciating. I couldn’t overlook it. I know it’s against the 'rules', but I just… He was in so much pain and so scared. I had to. Don’t worry, I’ll take responsibility, I’ll make sure my father knows it was all me. I don’t want you two in trouble.”
Blaine felt feather soft fingertips trace over his temple and down his cheek to his jaw. When the man spoke next it was clearly just for him. “I had to interfere, please don’t hate me.”
The rougher voice from earlier spoke again. “I think your father will understand, he’s your mate after all. Let’s just get him home.”
At the word home Blaine started to tremble and whispered, “Please, no.” He tried to sit up, but a gentle but firm hand to his chest stopped him. A soft caress through his hair calmed him. “Shh, we are going to my place, love. Just relax.”
All the tension left Blaine’s body and he melted into the seat as fingers returned to his curls. “You’re safe now.”