What's the matter, blue eyes?

I like being different, it's the best part about me. KURT HUMMEL | 17| OHIO In a world where werewolves and humans live side by side, things can change at the last second without warning. Being born different always meant I'm climbing the hill of life with little or no help, and it's just about to get more difficult. {Kunter 1x1 | bp!Kurt & dark themes}

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Dalton Shenanigans

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hunterclaringalpha:

Hunter pulled a piece of paper that had been folded in half from the back pocket of his slacks. He shoved it at Kurt as he lead him into the main building of Dalton Academy. “That’s your schedule, I’ll walk you to your first class but I can’t babysit you all day so you’ll have to figure out your way around the school.” He told his mate. Hunter slipped an arm around his waist to pull him close to his side, fingers slipping not-so-subtly under the waistband of the skirt to pull at the band of the lacy panties he had forced Kurt to start wearing.

“Sebastian is in most of your classes, if you behave he may help you out.” Students had already began filling the halls and several paused on their way to their classes to gawk at the two of them and Hunter preened under the attention. He stopped outside of one of the classroom doors and made a show of pulling Kurt into his chest and kissing his cheek. “I’ll see you at lunch unless I decide I can’t wait that long. Which–” he paused, eyes roaming over the skirt and Kurt’s bare legs. “Is a very high possibility.” He smacked his ass and the sound was loud enough to startle a couple people and then Hunter turned with a smile and left Kurt outside of his first class.

Having a piece of paper shoved into his face, Kurt begrudgingly takes it if only as a reflex to keep his hands busy so he didn’t feel awkward in standing stiff next to Hunter as they walked. It kept him somewhat distracted, and he only half listened to whatever the bastard was saying. He only caught the words babysit and your own way, which he could figure out all on his own. That meant he had some freedom to himself, which was only the slightest relief which the tug at the fabric of underwear he was wearing brings him to cringe.

Sebastian’s name didn’t ease his cringe either, he wasn’t that fond of that guy either. Unlike Hunter, he was keeping his head down, pretending to focus on his schedule even if it was nothing but ink on paper to him and nothing was making sense. He didn’t even realize they were in front of his first classroom before they stopped, and he was pulled flush against Hunter’s chest in some kind of affectionate embrace. It only caused Kurt to blink, in confusion as if he had just woken up from a daze, which he sort of did. He didn’t say a thing, even holding back the wince, if only barely from the smack, and then he was left alone.

His shoulders slumped when he saw Hunter disappear around a corner. Every nerve in him was screaming for him to run, but for whatever reason he was frozen to the spot, clutching his schedule until the paper was crinkled where he was gripping it so tightly. Deep breath. A slow turn to face the room where a whole lot of other strangers eyes were on him. No. There was no way he was walking into that wearing what he was wearing. The teacher wouldn’t be able to do anything, not if any of these others were animals too. And since he didn’t see Sebastian, he turned and took a walk in the opposite direction of where Hunter had headed.

He just knew he wanted out. Maybe not to run off, but to just keep to himself, and avoid being the center of attention. So the nearest door to the outside, he took it without a second thought. It only lead to the courtyard which was thankfully vacant. Giving him the relief to find the nearest tree and bushes to keep him hidden from the school enough to sit down, hug his knees to his chest, and scan the schedule as he attempts to calm down.

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Dalton Shenanigans

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hunterclaringalpha:

Hunter was shocked but still a little pleased with how easily Kurt was starting to adjust to his new role as the alpha’s mate. Making breakfast and even eating a some without a bunch of fuss. He almost felt prideful at being able to easily tame his defiant mate. Proving himself yet again to be a strong alpha.

Hunter had showered before breakfast but his hair was still damp when he looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, using hairspray to make the strands lay perfectly. He always took pride in looking good, but today he put  little extra time into his appearance. After all, it was his first day back to school and he would be returning with a hot piece of ass on his arm. He was entitled to show off a little.

Still shirtless, he made his may into the bedroom, buckling his belt as he walked. “Your worry is cute, baby, but there’s no need for it,” he said, grabbing Kurt by the jaw and turning his face so their eyes could meet. “Even humans aren’t dumb enough to touch an alpha’s mate. You’re all mine” He growled the last part before mashing their lips together in a brief but wet, bruising kiss. He released Kurt and walked to the closet to get his shirt.

The kiss was unexpected, and it left Kurt holding his breath until the slime ball let his face go. Wasting no time in wiping the wet saliva off his mouth with Hunter’s back turned, even sparing a glare of pure hatred in his direction. The bastard was either playing dumb or really was naive to think any other man seeing a bit of skin in a building raging with hormones would keep anyone at bay just because he had the so-called ‘property of alpha’ stamped on him.

Standing with his back against the wall, not wanting Hunter to catch him by surprise again, he waited for him to finish changing before he was being escorted--no, really about yanked and dragged--from the upper story to the ground floor and out to the awaiting car. All the while keeping his mouth shut even if his mind wasn’t giving any hint of being quiet. 

Days ago he had been content and happy, going to a school full of his friends where he could laugh and joke, attend glee club, go shopping whenever he liked. Now he was a prisoner to a monster, to be treated like a piece of meat the rest of his life. Only if he bothered to keep fighting that was. He had suicidal thoughts before he made friends at McKinley, what would make Dalton so different? Except there would be no one to pull him back. Not even his own father. It sent chills down his spine, knowing if he reached that point, no one would care. Hunter would probably shrug it off and go rape some other poor soul within hours.

Forcing the dark thoughts back as the car came to a stop, Kurt gave the school building it’s own distasteful look before he was following Hunter out of the car willingly. If only to spare himself of more humiliation. Wasn’t about to give the bastard that much reign. No matter what he tried to pound into Kurt’s broken mind, Kurt kept reminding himself that he belonged to no one. It was just a matter of surviving long enough to get himself back to his father. 

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Dalton Shenanigans

Just days after that so-called mating ceremony and Kurt was being forced into a new school. The paper work had been completed with ease once they found out the reason for transfer, and no one bothered to question a wolf’s reasoning, especially an ‘alpha’. Kurt hadn’t even gotten to say goodbye to his friends in Glee club officially, or clean out his locker himself. It felt as a invasion of privacy, although at this point what else should he be expecting? The wolf community was proving itself even more of a bunch of arrogant assholes then what Kurt had always heard about them.

First things first, he woke up with only a sheet separating him from his new mate for life Hunter who had a possessive arm over Kurt’s slim waist, holding his fast. Although it was quite easier to actually slip out from the hold then it would seem, which he took advantage to use the bathroom, bathe the previous nights abuse off his bruised skin, and get dressed in something that Hunter hadn’t destroyed yet. Breakfast was made, in hopes that he could just send Hunter off and go back to bed, but of course that wasn’t about to happen.

After the food had been finished, and some had been forced down his own throat since he was still on a food strike with low appetite, he had been dragged--quite literally--up to the bedroom, used, and threatened into wearing some kind of school uniform. Not a usual uniform for a private boys school, oh no Kurt couldn’t even be that lucky. The shirt was at least covering, and the blazer that dawned the red and navy blue Dalton colors. But where as the other students were allowed slacks of some sort, he was forced into a skirt. Just for the sake of Hunter’s want for easy access if he had a need to empty his balls in the middle of a lunch period. It was humiliating, but Kurt didn’t expect anything less of the bastard.

"Don’t you think,” he offers after he’s in the damn skirt, looking at himself in disgust, cringing at the reflection looking back, “that this just might have someone else want to take advantage? I thought that’s what you want to avoid.” A hand combs through his own hair, trying to give it some kind of coif style, the attempt to look presentable still poking at the back of his mind.

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A Nightmarish Feast Pt. 2

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hunterclaringalpha:

Kurt look gorgeous with his face flushed and damp, it made Hunter’s cock twitch in a valiant attempt to get hard again. But even being a teenager his orgasm was too recent for him to be able to actually get aroused again. If he could, he would spend hours fucking Kurt without mercy. The male did live with him now though, so he could force Kurt’s legs open whenever he desired  and as often as he physically could. A part of him wonder how long it would take to knock his mate up. He doubted it would take long at this rate.

Hunter tucked himself back into his underwear, fastening his jeans. He got to his feet, lanking his mate up with him. Grabbing him by the chin, Hunter messily kissed him. Tongue shoving past Kurt’s lips and teeth clacking together. “The mating feast is complete, I must retire with my mate now,” He said curtly to the crowd. He stepped down from the stage, dragging Kurt by the arm behind him. Making his way through the park, he paused by Sebastian’s side. Some young blonde was on his knees, sucking the beta off. “Make sure someone cleans all of this up,” he murmured before pulling Kurt along. He had no issue dragging his naked mate all the way back home for everyone to see, come dripping down his pale thighs.

Being pulled up to his feet on shaky legs, Kurt can’t help but to lean into Hunter’s body for the prop to keep himself upright. Without it he’d fall back to the stage floor, all the blood having rushed south to repair the damage done to Kurt’s body. The mouth against his was something to catch him off guard, something that he wasn’t expecting Hunter to do ever in their time together. It wasn’t pleasant and Kurt held back the urge to bite Hunter in some way, knowing that’d lead to him being left in a bruised mess and far off worse than he already was. Plus knowing his father’s life was at stake, he took it. Did it stop him from shooting a disgusted look at the ground, wiping his mouth a second time once they pulled away? Of course not. He could inwardly curse the man, at least he wasn’t telepathic.

Stumbling weakly as he gets pulled from the stage, the short relief at finally not being in front of a crowd any longer washing over him as he tried his best to keep up and remain partially hidden behind Hunter to hide his nudity. He just wanted to get out of the public eye, throw clothes back on, maybe after soaking in a bath since he felt used and degraded beyond anything he ever felt in his entire life, minus their first meeting incident.

He crashed into Hunter’s back when the man stopped to speak to Sebastian, the smug bastard who had carried him out of the Hummel house and Kurt loathed just as much. He averted his eyes since he didn’t care for the sight of Sebastian being ‘serviced’ by some poor soul who had been bullied into it or had no idea that they were about to contract some kind of disease and Kurt wasn’t about to spare them the truth either. All he cared about was cleaning himself off and digging a hole to hide in for the rest of his forsaken life.

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A Nightmarish Feast Pt. 2

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Hunter loved every second of what he was doing to Kurt. He could see the subtle shaking of Kurt’s shoulders as he cried, and the alpha took pride in knowing that he was breaking his strong-spirited mate down. He would beat and fuck him until there was nothing left of the stubborn man he used to be.

He could feel himself reaching his peak quickly, and he dragged his nails of one hand down Kurt’s back, admiring the ways they left angry red trails across his skin. Hunter had always known he was a bit of a sadist and the sight only further turned him on. He was starting to lose himself to the pleasure, mindlessly chasing his orgasm and forgetting to put on a show for his pack like he wanted to. But a quick glance at their spectators told him that they didn’t really mind.

“So close,” Hunter growled, more to himself than to Kurt or their crowd. He pounded into his mates tight body a few more times before he stilled, releasing rope and rope of hot cum into him. He was breathing hard, his skin slick with sweat and he pulled out when his cock started to soften and feel overstimulated. “Such a good little slut for me,” Hunter murmured patronizingly. Grabbing him by his hair, he yanked Kurt’s head up from where in was buried in his arms. He swiped his finger over his abused hole, collecting the semen that had already started to leak out and shoved it into Kurt’s mouth.

It definitely hurt, no different than the hurt he experienced the previous night. This was only more humiliating. Having his father being forced to watch, the noises of feral animals taunting the monster above him on. The tears stung at his eyes and caused his entire face to get soaked as he bit back his noises of complete pain. Although luckily as soon as it started, it seemed to stop as he felt the warmth of Hunter’s seed taint his insides. For a split second he allowed himself to breathe, actually praying that it was over and he would be allowed to hide under layers of blanket after taking a shower. He felt so weak and sore, the thought of taking a bath actually sounded appealing.

The tug on his hair which causes Kurt to sit up, face flushed hot and wet. The cool air after been hiding in his arms was like a slap in the face, and the sudden finger in his mouth that tasted overly salty which had him gagging around the digit, flailing weakly as he turns his head away from Hunter’s fingers to spit the taste out all while coughing from the intrusion.

Bringing a hand up, he wipes his mouth with the back of it to have some dignity after being called, and treated, like a dog. The way he hunched on his knees, feeling the pooling of Hunter’s come dripping out of his body wasn’t helping him feel like anything but one, no matter how much he kept telling himself inside his head that he wasn’t one. He wasn’t. He was still that baby penguin, day dreaming about his future life on Broadway. Not this broken boy on stage, naked and abused who some of the audience members were leering at, clearly wanting a taste of what his body would feel like under their domination next. 

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A Nightmarish Feast Pt. 2

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Hunter liked putting on a show for his pack. Their eyes on him, their jeers and and yells of dirty words made him feel powerful. He liked knowing that he held their attention so completely. However his patience was wearing thin already. He had no interest in making love, of drawing this out. Sex with a werewolf was usually a rough and dirty act, about getting off and possessiveness. And that was exactly how the alpha enjoyed it.

He grabbed Kurt by the hips, strong hands likely leaving even more bruises on his pale skin, and flipped him over. Hunter pulled him up onto his knees but pressed his shoulders down against the rough hardwood flooring. He briefly wonder if the drag of unpolished wood would leave bright red scrapes across his mates shoulders and upper chest. But he didn’t wonder too long on that because his attention was already being pulled to his mate’s ass. Pale skin marred with still-fresh scabs from his lashing the night before, now being displayed for his pack to see. He smacked a hand against one round cheek, before massaging the flesh as it blossomed red under his hotpalm.

Someone in the crowed of werewolves yelled, “Yeah! Smack that whore!” And Hunter couldn’t help his lips twitching into a slight smirk. He brought his hand down a second time on the same spot, harder this time just to appease them. He leaned forward to bring his mouth near Kurt’s ear. “Hear that?” He asked in a growl. “Even they know what a nasty little slut you are.”

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Wood scraped harshly against his delicate alabaster skin. His body twitched with twinges of pain from being so manhandled by Hunter’s prying and demanding grasp. He could feel the tiny slivers of wood slipping under skin to heighten his uncomfortable state to almost complete numbness. Something he was alright with experiencing if it would come to that. He didn’t want to feel. He didn’t want the feeling of his damaged skin getting even more damaged and irritated by Hunter’s pain inflicting touches all over his body.

Humiliated by the voyeurism and degrading, Kurt could only bring his arms around to encircle his head, hoping to keep it from any harm and to hide himself seeing the perversion of the wolves yelling things to edge Hunter’s abuse on. He didn’t even wish to look at his father anymore when he had his own tears to think about. Not to mention the lies that his so-called mate was growling against his ear. He wanted to argue. He knew he wasn’t a slut. He knew he wasn’t a whore. He was a good person, someone who hadn’t flung himself around. But it didn’t matter to these creatures. They could call him anything they pleased since they had the power and enjoyed rubbing it in everyone’s faces.

So instead of arguing or even responding at all, Kurt only hid his face deeper against the crook of his arm, eyes squeezed shut as his porcelain skin got more tainted. The hot tears that had been filling his eyes were making their escape, wetting his entire face and the crook of his arm. His stomach churned unpleasantly, almost threatening to erupt if he didn’t keep it together. Which was proving difficult, despite the worst not even happening as of yet. Kurt wasn’t dumb. Kurt knew that if Hunter wanted to slap him to unconsciousness and let his pack members have the scraps without his knowledge, he would. The sick bastard was proving more and more how much he preferred Kurt in pain and degraded as low as he could possibly get. If it wasn’t for the stubborn flame that still licked the inside of Kurt’s insides, he probably wouldn’t be holding onto the lowest glimmer of hope of someday getting out of this hell any way possible.

His legs shook weakly under his weight in the ass up-face down position Hunter put him in. Even with some nourishment in his system, he still felt so weak and helpless. If he knew he could get away with it, he would have listened to his body and let himself collapse back onto the wooden floor, or even hold his breath until he could will himself to pass out. But with his father’s life on the line, he was holding onto every bit of strength he could muster for the time being all while continuously reminding himself in his head that it wouldn’t last long if he just did as Hunter would force him to do, and no matter what was spat in his face from the man in question or the crowd, he wasn’t a low life whore who was enjoying a second of this torture.

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A Nightmarish Feast Pt. 2

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Hunter curled his fingers in the thin material of the collar of Kurt’s tank and shredded the material. There were excited grows from his wolves as pink nipples and pale flesh was exposed for them to view. The alpha loved being able to so easily please his pack while simultaneously humiliating his mate. Arousal surged through his veins and he threw Kurt to the hard floor. The barely-there shorts were the next to go, Hunter yanked them off Kurt before straddling the male’s hips. He ground his growing erection against Kurt’s groin through his own jeans.

Hunter leaned down over his mate, hands braced on either side of his head, so he could drag his teeth lightly over the shell of Kurt’s ear. “Moan for me, Bitch.” He growled lowly. But with their supernaturally heightened hearing, he knew his pack would still catch the words. “You want to hear his pretty mouth beg, don’t you?” He asked, this time louder and directed at the voyeurs. This just riled them up more. Hunter glanced over at them and could see a few with their hands in their pants already, submissive mates on their knees palming or mouthing at their partner through their clothes as they watched.

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The sound of fabric ripping was the only thing that brought Kurt to his senses as the pathetic piece of clothing covering his torso was destroyed in a matter of seconds. Out of instinct, his hands came up to cover his torso, despite not having much to hide. It wasn’t like he had breasts to be ashamed of exposing to total strangers, but even still he didn’t like being on display like this. He never would. But he was helpless under Hunter’s control, which had him toppling to the ground. Landing flat on his back, his breath being knocked from his lungs, resulting in a few moments of him just gaping like fish out of water as he tried to get air back into his body. 

His bottoms being next to go, his legs closed automatically to the cool air, his body shivering at lack of covering. But he couldn’t push Hunter off, he made no attempt to. He only squeezed his eyes shut, creating a whimper more than a moan. The only groan that followed was of discomfort not of pleasure. His eyes shut he could only hear the jeers and crude lusting noises all around him, and Hunter’s heavy hot body keeping his weak on pinned to the floor. 

Kurt didn’t want to open his eyes as long as he could help it. His lungs still screamed, hoping to regain oxygen which was slowly returning which was of no thanks to Hunter’s heavy weight. His body was still so sore from the abuse last night, he didn’t dare move. When he did open his eyes, just out of need to blink the wet tears building behind his eyes away, he turned his head back towards the audience. He sought out his father, looking just as sick as Kurt felt. He could tell his father was being held back from running up on stage to defend his honor like any good father would. And oh how he wanted to reach for him, call to him, anything to get away from Hunter’s roughness against his body.

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A Nightmarish Feast Pt. 2

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hunterclaringalpha

As Kurt did what he needed to do inside the bathroom, Hunter kept an eye on his watch. He had no qualms against going in there to fetch his mate if he took too long. But lucky for Kurt, he was out in a reasonable amount of time and Hunter was drugging back down to field to where the pack was. Even from this distance the alpha could tell they were finishing up and starting to become restless for the real entertainment to begin.

“I’m aware you can walk by yourself, do you think I enjoy being your escort to the bathroom?” Hunter snapped at him, hand tightening bruisingly on Kurt’s upper arm as emphasis. “But until I feel like I can trust you we’ll both have to suffer the consequences.” He said dryly as they reached the rest of the pack. But instead reclaiming their seats, Hunter led Kurt towards the stage. There were two short steps onto the platform and he shoved him mate up them.

“Can I have everyone’s attention.” His voice carried as he took center stage, one hand still gripping Kurt by the arm. Everyone immediately quieted and turned their attentions excitedly to their alpha.”The mating ceremony is about to begin, anyone who wishes to leave should do so now.” The humans who had joined the pack for the feast, with the exceptions of mates, took this as their cue to leave, Hunter’s eyes moved over the crowed, landing on one specific face. Two thickly muscled men from Hunter’s pack had taken up post on either side of Burt Hummel, making it clear he was not welcome to leave.

With a sneer, Hunter moved to stand behind Kurt. He looked over the male’s shoulder at his pack who let out wolfish howls of excitement. He dragged a hand over Kurt’s body, down, down, down. Down to cup between his thighs for a brief second before before he brought his hand down in a hard smack against Kurt’s barely clothed crotch.

Being pulled up on the stage against his will had Kurt about breaking into panic mode. His stomach jumped into his throat out of nerves alone, and not in a good way. Everyone was staring and even if the worst hadn’t happened yet, he still felt so on display and he was loathing Hunter even more so the more he riled the crowd up. He yearned to join those free to leave, and the view of his father being forced to stay wasn’t helping his churning stomach either. But he was holding it together, knowing all he could do was deal with the abuse that was going to be dealt without mercy. His tears would go unnoticed, his pain would be completely ignored even if it meant internal bleeding, and all he had to do was stand there and take it.

The smack against his crotch had him wincing since he was sore still, and he knew Hunter knew that and was going to rub it in his--and everyone else--face. Luckily he had emptied his bladder otherwise he would have wet himself out of fear and humiliation alone. He stood there either way, his hands curled into fists at his side, letting his nails dig into the soft flesh of his palms with some sot of distraction. The little stinging pain was helping for the moment to keep the tears at bay. For now. His eyes unfocused, staring blankly ahead at the nearest rooftop or tree top or cloud, wishing he was anywhere but here.

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A Nightmarish Feast Pt. 2

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hunterclaringalpha

Hunter wasn’t sure how he expected Kurt to respond to his beta’s persistent questioning. Over the twenty-four hours he’d had Kurt living with him, he had already learned his mate refused to lie to stroke Hunter’s ego. So he didn’t expect affirmations to any of the crude questions, but on the other hand he doubted that Kurt was brave enough to speak against him. Especially not with a threat hanging over his head. So he was rather satisfied when Kurt quiet.

Hunter was determined to break him though. He narrowed his eyes when Kurt stubbornly refused to agree when he called him his little whore. He wanted a reaction, he wanted to see every bit of Kurt’s pride shatter and call himself filthy names for Hunter’s pleasure, A low growl rumbled in his chest when Kurt asked him where the restroom was, but he stood from his seat at the head of the table anyways. That got all heads turning in his direction expectantly. “Ladies, gentlemen, humans. I apologise, my mate and I will only be gone for a moment, but please continue to eat. When we return, the real fun will begin.” He gave his pack a bright smile and they howled excitedly with catcalls and crude slurs.He gave Sebastian Smythe’s shoulder a brief squeeze, an acknowledgement that he was in charge in Hunter’s absence, before grabbing Kurt by the bicep and  hauling him to his feet.

The park was massive, and across the field from where the pack had set up were three brightly painted circular buildings. Two were restrooms and the third was a concession stand for the weekend rec-league soccer games. Hunter pulled Kurt by the arm down the field, walking briskly. He didn’t trust him to go alone and return in a timely manner. “Make this quick,” he snarled as they walked. “Don’t need you pissing yourself in front of everyone.”

Kurt ignored the catcalls as best as he could despite it being so damn loud, but he pushed through. Standing when he was pretty much forced to do so, but he could handle the firm grip on his arm. It was better then if he was groping him anywhere else. But he silently followed the pull, not knowing where anything was and he knew there was no way he could run off, even if he was tempted to do so. But not now. He knew he couldn’t get away with it and knowing his father could be in danger tonight, he really didn’t need to push any of Hunter’s buttons on purpose.

Once they stopped in front of the restroom, Kurt manages to shake Hunter off. “That was the point of asking,” he mutters back as he disappears into the bathroom. He gives one look at his reflection in the mirror before handling his business, not recognizing the reflection since he was moving more on autopilot then anything else. He did mange to finish in a timely manner, he was rather relived that he was in and out within five minutes. Drying his hands on the joke of the shorts since he didn’t exactly have much fabric to begin with.

“I can walk by myself, I’m not going to run off,” he insists when Hunter makes a grab for his arm again. He could walk, he wasn’t going to run. They were walking back together anyway so he didn’t see a need. Simply following in Hunter’s footsteps until they arrived back to the table where he was quick to sit back down, any excuse to hide himself from the view of the many perverts.

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A Nightmarish Feast Pt. 2

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hunterclaringalpha

When Kurt’s thighs snapped together preventing Hunter’s hand from rubbing over his clothed pussy, he paused with a forkful of food halfway to his mouth to shoot his mate an icy glare. He thought he had made it painfully clear that Kurt wasn’t to deny him anything, and that if he did there were going to be serious consequences. But Kurt’s legs eased open again, and Hunter gave him a warning smack against his barely clothed groin.

Around the table, people talked. A lot of them shot occasional looks at their alpha and Kurt. Several times Sebastian Smythe – despite his pristine table manners – would lean onto the table to better ogle Kurt or even ask him questions. “So what’s it like getting screwed by the alpha?” He asked and Hunter shoved him back into his seat. Not that that deterred Smythe who kept it up, each snide remark or question increasingly more personal than the last. When he made a teasing comment about doubting Hunter’s stamina in bed, the alpha growled a warning that finally shut his beta up. “Fine, fine, but I’ll find out during the mating ceremony.” He said, holding his hands up in surrender.

The mating ceremony. Hunter still hadn’t hadn’t said anything to Kurt about that. Directly after the feast when everyone was done eating, he’d drag his new mate onto the stage and fuck him for everyone to see. Show off his claim. Hunter cast a quick glance around the table, trying to gage how much longer people would be eating. Most had starting serving themselves pudding and sweetmeats already so he suspected it would be time for the mating ceremony soon. Hunter leaned close to Kurt once more to purr not-so-quietly  in his ear, “You’ll be good for me, won’t you? A good little whore.” He dug a finger into Kurt’s clitoris over the thin shorts in an attempt to make him squirm in front of everyone.

Wincing in a jerky manner, Kurt manages to drop what little food he had on his fork back onto the plate as he’s smacked. Something he should’ve expected to be coming but it didn’t stop him from reacting since everything still hurt down there from being brutally savaged the previous night. It made him lose his appetite even more when Sebastian began asking questions, about topics Kurt really didn’t wish to think about. If he answered honestly, he’d get punished for it, and if he answered with a lie, he’d also get punished for it probably. Either way he couldn’t win, so he kept to keeping his mouth shut as he sits back in his seat, arms slightly folded over his lower midriff since it was the only place he could really fold anything without it blocking Hunter with his pushing for perversion touching.

The mention of mating ceremony and Sebastian mentioning how he’d “find out” really had Kurt tensing. And oh, he felt sick. His stomach wasn’t happy with him at all and nothing really happened yet other than eating and Hunter’s hot and cold affection. Find out? As in, Hunter was willing to expose Kurt even more in front of a whole bunch of strangers, including this pervert who was being completely crude and suggestive.

He refused to squirm, having been raw and completely bone dry, it hurt and had his face scrunching to prove how uncomfortable he was. Not turned on. Not at all looking forward to what ever was coming next. He could feel the dry heave threatening in his chest already though he only sat up straighter, putting on face. He wasn’t a whore. He knew he wasn’t a whore. He didn’t enjoy any of what Hunter did to him. He didn’t get off to it. He didn’t get paid for it. He gained nothing but pain and humiliation. There wasn’t any feel good moments at all for him, and if there were he as hell knew it wouldn’t be of his own free will. He just had to keep reminding himself of this, not wanting to fall under Hunter’s mind control to make him believe he was nothing but a whore, because he wasn’t. HE WASN’T! He knew he wasn’t, damnit! Even if no one else believed him.

“I don’t feel well, where’s the little boys room?” He whispers to Hunter, seeing as he was the only one he could ask and knew he couldn’t exactly leave without Hunter’s approval either. “My bladder is full, before you give me that look.” And that was only half-a truth. Since he did have to empty it, but he didn’t have a pressing urgency to go.

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A Nightmarish Feast Pt. 2

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While he would never say it out loud, Hunter quite liked when Kurt shied away from his beta, practically using Hunter as a shield against the taller male. It did wonderful things to his already inflated ego. The long table was covered with elegant silver platters filled with food and as soon as everyone was seated they were allowed to help themselves. Hunter took the liberty to fill Kurt’s plate with a little bit of everything. He had forced Kurt to eat breakfast, and if he needed to he would feed him from his fingers again in front of everyone.

“He really is beautiful Hunter,” one of the wolves who had been important enough to be seated close to the head of the table said. Hunter shot him a dazzling grin before leaning towards Kurt, he put two fingers under his chin to tilt his mates head closer. Hunter brushed a kiss across Kurt’s cheek, so insubstantial that his lips barely caressed the skin of Kurt’s cheek. His gentleness was all a show though for his pack, that while he ruled with an iron fist he could still be kind. “He really is something else,” he said, loud enough for the wolf who had spoken to hear him. “And he’s all mine,” While his words were possessiv, the threat behind them was clear.

Hunter had dressed Kurt up because he wanted everyone to look, he wanted every man and woman in his pack to want a night with Kurt in their beds.He wanted them to desire him because they couldn’t have them. Hunter would kill anyone with the nerve to lay a hand on what belonged to him, and his words were a subtle reminder of that. He dropped his hand from under Kurt’s chin to his upper thigh, fingers moving to obviously rub between his mate’s legs.

Kurt allowed Hunter to fill his plate with what ever he wished. It didn’t mean Kurt would finish it, but he would at least pick at it. It would keep his fingers busy to distract himself from where he was, what he was wearing, and who he was seated next to. Once the plate was set back in front of him, Kurt tentatively picked the napkin under his fork and laid it over his lap since unlike the rest of the people he was surrounded by, he wasn’t an animal raised in a barn. Picking his fork up, he stabs at the slices of meat before stating with the vegetables deciding those would cushion anything heavier so his stomach wouldn’t get too upset even if Hunter touching him.

At least it was a gentle touch at first, drawing Kurt’s eyes away from his plate for a moment to meet Hunter’s. The kiss on the cheek was enough for him to tense, unsure where that sudden gentleness came from. Even giving Hunter a wide-eyed look that was both fearful at having his personal space invaded but also impressed that this animal knew that being kind was a thing. If only he used that to win Kurt over instead of threats and physical violence, maybe Kurt would respect him. But there are some dreams that cannot be apparently.

His chin released, Kurt returns his attention to his food, clamping his legs shut at first from the hand dropping between them. His hips giving a jerk from the contact since he was still so sore and didn’t feel like being abused down there when he was eating. But at since it was just his hand and it wasn’t immediate skin-to-skin contact, Kurt let his legs open again, pressing to ignore it since it wasn’t doing anything to him expect reminding him that he was too sensitive to be touched down there--and not in a good way.

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A Nightmarish Feast Pt. 2

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With his threat, Hunter was sure Kurt would behave for him in front of the pack and their mates. There were going to be a few humans there too. Most of there were family to the human mates, but there were some humans there that lived in the neighborhood that were going to be at the feast purely because they found the wolves fascinating and were noisy about the local alpha’s new mate.

As soon as they got there, they were swarmed by him pack, but a familiar face forced his way to Hunter’s side. “You must be Kurt Hummel,” the beta said with a wide smirk, allowing his eyes to move over Kurt’s body. “I’m Sebastian Smythe. I can see why Hunter chose you,” He snapped his teeth at Kurt, ignoring Hunter’s pointed glare. Flirting with the alpha’s mate was a fast way to get your throat ripped out, but Sebastian was confident that wouldn’t seriously hurt him. Still, he wouldn’t lay a hand on Hunter’s new mate… At least not in front of Hunter he wouldn’t. “Come on, let’s get seated, I want to eat and see the sexy after show,” He said with a wink at his alpha.

Hunter, pulling Kurt again roughly by his arm to the table. He was a gentleman and pulled Kurt’s chair out for him only to push him into the seat. He leaned down so his mouth was right by Kurt’s ear so that he could whisper. “Don’t forget what I said, if you step a toe out of line you will regret it,” he promised in a snarl before taking his own seat.

Seeing Sebastian again since he had been the one to carry Kurt out of his bedroom against his will, only caused him to frown a bit as he leans more into Hunter even if he was sure Sebastian wasn’t going to physically hurt him. Unlike the person he was leaning into for what ever comfort he was seeking. He didn’t rather enjoy the way Sebastian’s eyes lusted over his body, although he had suspected with the current outfit it was going to happen. Proving he looked ridiculous. Moe like a hooker then anyone’s “mate”. But he didn’t voice the point, just frowned and tried to maneuver more behind Hunter in some form of hiding which was completely failing.

Being pulled to the table set out, he is moved to a sitting position which he is somewhat grateful for. At least sitting on a chair at a table no one could see much below the waist besides the people on either side of him or in this case Hunter. Something the bastard took pride in looking at any way. He sat up straight without being prompted to, merely because he did have good table manners that he hadn’t gotten to broadcast yet since he hadn’t the opportunity to. He still wasn’t hungry, his nausea still churning in his belly that was sure to overflow if he overdid it. But he knew he had better eat something, just to appease Hunter so he wouldn’t get another smacking in front of all these people. People who were looking at him. Some with disgust, some with curiosity, and others with lust.

Although he was trying to keep his head down, eyes focused more on his current empty plate, his own curiosity peaked and he looked up to get an idea of how many people were actually there. It was a sea of people almost, there were so many heads. Men, women, and children. Some of the children running and chasing each other to burn off energy around the tables which had Kurt scooting his chair in just to get out of their way in case they decided to collide right into him in their games. On further inspection he did catch sight of a familiar face almost on the opposite side of the crowd and that bald head was unmistakable. Although it did appear as if Burt Hummel wasn’t alone, possibly having been dragged there to watch what ever humiliation Hunter was planning next. Just to set his eyes on his only son and what the monster who took his son away from him was planning. It caused Kurt to bite on his bottom lip, chewing in thought. Maybe if he did behave Hunter would get it over with quickly and give Kurt and Burt a moment together. At least that was the hope dwindling in a small flame inside of himself somewhere.

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A Nightmarish Feast Pt. 2

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Hunter ran his fingers through his hair, trying to get it to look half nice while Kurt changed in the bathroom. He hammered his fist hard against the wood of the door when he took longer than three minutes. He made a mental note to do something about his mate’s bathroom changing. Removing the door all together seemed excessive, maybe he could replace it with one of those ridiculous sliding doors that didn’t close.

“Shut up,” the alpha snapped, when Kurt did finally come out of the restroom, complaining. He stepped into Kurt’s personal space, so close their chests were less than an inch apart. He grabbed him by the chin hard and glared down his nose at him. “You will do whatever I tell you to do tonight and you will not embarrass me, got it?” He growled. “If you so much as think about telling me no, another beating will be the least of your worries. Your sick daddy you love so much won’t survive the night, am I clear?” He arched an eyebrow and gave Kurt’s cheek a pat. He remembered Kurt talking about his father being ill and Kurt caring for him when the first met, and he had been holding onto this information since then.

Grabbing him by the shoulder, Hunter directed him from the bedroom. He was slow moving and if he took ten minutes just to get down the stairs they would be late to their own celebratory feast.

Kurt didn’t drop his own glare but he didn’t talk back. For now. His everything was still sore and he was still being yanked around like a fucking rag doll. Was he expecting anything less of this bastard? No. But it wouldn’t stop him from internally muttering and cursing his name. He knew the threatening spitting words would hold true. And he was telling himself in his mind to just do what ever Hunter wanted him to do so they would hopefully leave early and he could take a beak from what ever humiliation the bastard had up his sleeve. This wasn’t his perfectly normal world now, this was the monster world. Full of devils like the one standing before him now who had no hearts or souls.

 The mention of his father had Kurt’s eyebrows furrowing, even opening his mouth to say something but decides against it and closes it instead. He decided he didn’t want to know what he meant by that. Instead he only nods as his cheek is patted, expecting it to be something harder and a bit aghast it wasn’t. Not that he was going to complain about that as he allowed himself to be guided out of the room by the grab of his shoulder. It was enough reason to wince but he follows Hunter out of the room and down the stairs to the car awaiting them outside to drive them the short way to the feast.

The sight of so many people, or in this case wolves and maybe imprisoned “mates” such as himself, was a bit of an overwhelming ordeal. He wanted to shrink into himself but found himself unable to, not when a few people swarmed towards the car out of curiosity. Possibly to see the freak their great alpha had snagged as his little fuck toy and even if Hunter wasn’t exactly doing anything despicable as of yet. Out of hating being the center of attention when he didn’t ask for it, he follows Hunter out of the car and not having anyone else who he knew even the slightest bit, he finds himself actually leaning into Hunter’s hold to avoid being touched by unknown hands.

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A Nightmarish Feast Pt. 2

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Hunter wasted the afternoon barking – no pun intended–  orders at his pack who were setting up for the feast and doing a verbal run through with his beta over how the night would go. It was all falling into place nicely. He didn’t go home until the sky had started turning orange. After being outside most of the day, his skin was sheened with sweat by the time he made it home, his t-shirt clinging to his torso. He figured Kurt would be sleeping so he made sure to slam the front door behind himself.

He peeled his shirt off and wiped sweat from his face with the driest part. “Come on, Sweetheart,” he yelled loud enough so that Kurt could hear him wherever he was in the house. “Time to dress up, the fun is about to begin!” Despite being sweaty and smelling, he wasn’t going to shower. His scent would be stronger and it would drive his pack crazy. Hunter’s own chosen outfit for the evening was hanging in the back of the closet, while his wasn’t nearly as revealing as his mates, he would still be showing off quite a bit of skin. Tight jeans with holes that went up to his mid-thigh and a leather jacket. No shirt needed.

Other than being woken up once or twice due to the uncomfortable position with his body going stiff, Kurt slept most of the day. The fire was kept warm, possibly thanks to the house keeper, and it helped him remain asleep. Also having been exhausted from a pretty much sleep-less night and continuous anxiety, it wasn’t that hard to take advantage of what alone and quiet time he had for the first time in twenty-four hours. Of course all of that would be ruined when the door slam startled him awake. Having sunk further into the sofa by adjusting himself a few times, he was practically lying down and did everything in his power to remain small and hidden from Hunter’s voice. Clearly he hadn’t been sought out since he could hear Hunter moving upstairs with his demand to get dressed. Or really, strip, since that outfit Hunter had wanted him to wear wasn’t qualified as an actual outfit. And with the fact that Kurt really didn’t want to wear it only had him dragging himself up from the sofa.

The only reason he actually made his way upstairs after Hunter was to avoid being yelled at again, or grabbed roughly and have his current outfit ruined. Most of his original clothes were expensive, and he didn’t want another pair to be shred into confetti.

Keeping some distance between Hunter and himself when he finally entered the bedroom, remaining quiet as he finds the so-called outfit of Hunter’s choosing and disappearing into the bathroom to change. Just because he was going to be gawked at like a piece of meat didn’t mean he wanted to get a head start on that by changing in front of Hunter. The bastard could wait. As could the rest of the animals who were going to be lusting after him, and that image had him feeling sick all over again. He was all for being the center of attention, but not like this.

Having changed in a matter of ten minutes, he exits the bathroom with his arms folded to keep himself as covered in the pathetic outfit as possible. His ass still hurt and the fabric rubbing against his sensitive skin was causing for some serious chafing. “I still think I look ridiculous,” he offers, offering Hunter a disapproving look, though he does silently appreciate that Hunter is showing his own fair share of skin. It was some weird sort of relief in that aspect, to know he wouldn’t be the only one showing skin, even though he knew Hunter was perfectly comfortable showing skin whereas he wasn’t.

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A Nightmarish Feast Pt. 2

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When Kurt went into the bathroom to change, Hunter left the house to check on the preparations for the feast. He really had no need for Kurt until later that evening, but he still wasn’t sure how much he trusted his new mate alone so he had two wolves circle his home and keep an eye on him. Make sure his rebellious mate didn’t try to do something stupid like run away. It would be awfully uncomfortable come time for the feast if Kurt was not there.

The feast in question was being set up at the same park where Hunter had first taken him. A massive table had been set up so there would be room for everyone and the food. He would be sitting at the head of the table of course, with Kurt at his right and Sebastian– Hunter’s beta– at his left. A few yard away from the table a stage had been constructed so that everyone could enjoy some entertainments while they ate. Two nude aerial dancers had been hired, so it was certainly going to be interesting. Hunter walked around the perimeter as members of his pack bustled about, snapping orders at anyone who looked like they were slacking.

At the end of the mating feast, it was customary for the wolf to take their mate on stage and fuck them in front of everyone…

While he had threatened to fuck him on the table, Hunter had conveniently not told Kurt about this part of the feast, and he wasn’t going too until the time had come. He liked Kurt begging and teary-eyed, and to fuck him senseless on stage in front of the entire pack– and some humans– would be the ultimate display of domination.

Hunter paused in his walk around the park’s perimeter when he reached the stage. He ran a hand over the smooth wood that, in a few hours, would be slick from their fucking, and the ghost of a rare smile pulled at his lips.

Scrubbed raw and clothed, Kurt slowly exits the bathroom. Not having heard Hunter leave since he was too busy having a mental crisis alone, he was pleasantly surprised to find the room vacant. For a change. His emotional state didn’t know how much abuse it could take for the time being. And with how shaky he still was he needed some form of comfort which would lead him back to the closet, pulling on as many layers as possible so he was more drowning in fabric then anything else. It gave him a tiny sense of security while he still had it since he knew it wouldn’t last long, meaning he’d have to soak in as much of it as he could.

Further inspection would lead him to discover he was alone in the house, giving him a few minutes of curious exploring of extra rooms, although he stayed clear of the one he had visited the night before. His body was still sore and bruised, he didn’t wish to relive that torment despite knowing the reality that it was only going to get worse tonight from that outlandish thing Hunter expected him to wear. Just thinking about it upstairs was making his stomach queasy and the exploring was cut short so he could curl up on the sofa to remember to breathe and calm himself from the initial hell he was going to be pushed into. As long as he didn’t think about it, he was bound to not have any sort of anxiety or panic attack. He could save that for later, hoping if worse came to worse he would pass out and not have to experience any more backlash for merely existing.

After sitting there, staring blankly into the cold fireplace, unaware of the help silently cleaning around the house until he caught movement in his side-eye vision which automatically brought him to jump and shrink out of fear. She gave him an apologetic look from frightening him, but she too also seemed fearful and he could understand that. Her employer was a monster. Or her master, since he doubted Hunter paid her anything for doing her cleaning job. If anything he should be giving her a similar sympathetic look as she dusted over things and swept the hard wood floor around the sofa all while trying to not disturb him. If anything her presence was calming. Knowing there was someone in this hell hole who wasn’t going to down talk or hit him at his most vulnerable, and was the only reason he relaxed enough to finally doze off, curled up in a tiny ball, tucked in the corner of the sofa with his arms wrapped around his knees.

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A Nightmarish Feast Pt. 2

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Hunter enjoyed that Kurt tucked his tail between his legs and did what he was ordered to to when he raised his voice. He waited impatiently for his mate to come out of the bathroom, pacing around the room as he waited for him. He paused in his walking when the door clicked open again. His eyes roamed slowly over Kurt’s form, though it was hard to tell exactly how it looked on him with his arms self-consciously over his chest. He walked close, invading his space once again. He yanked Kurt’s arms away from his body so he could examine him better. He turned Kurt’s body to see his ass in the shorts, loving the way the purple and blue of his bruised skin showed. “It fits perfectly,” he said dismissively, smacking the globe of Kurt’s ass.

He forcibly turned Kurt back around and, for the first time since he had come from the bathroom, real looked at his face. Hunter had been so interesting in Kurt’s body that he hadn’t noticed that his mate had obviously been crying. His face was bright red, and still a little wet with tears. He brought his hand up to gently pat Kurt’s cheek twice before pulling his arm back and deliver a hard blow across his face. “There’s no crying around here, Sweetheart,” he spat at his mate. “Stop being a pathetic little bitch and man up.” Hunter grabbed Kurt’s hair, bringing their faces so close together that his stubbly cheek brushed feather-light against Kurt smooth one. “Now clean up your face and change back into you regular, I don’t want you getting that sexy little outfit dirty before tonight.

Making a little gruffing noise from the back of his throat as his arms are forced away from his protective stance. His fingers bunching into fists from wanting to fight Hunter in handling him so roughly. He doubted he’d ever get used to being manhandled like an inanimate object and if he did he’d feel far more pathetic then he already did from wincing as his ass gets smacked. The overall soreness stinging throughout his entire body from the direct contact. How he wanted to fight back seeing as the outfit didn’t fit. He felt on display, which he knew was the point, but he hated it. He was more then what he had between his legs. The feeling of being a sex slave was overruling the mate title by far.

As he turned, Kurt squeezes his eyes shut as an automatic reflex now from being touched by this man, and he wasn’t disappointed. The slap brought another sting which had tears building as he went rigid, being almost as stiff as a board. The insults only having the want to cry more building in his chest which he fought until his hair was released from the iron grip. Daring not reply to that although he wanted to, instead he bringing his hands up to his face and wipes at his face while rubbing at his sore cheek which felt as if it was on fire, possibly on the road to swelling now from how intense the throbbing was.

Not needing to be told twice, he slips out of Hunter’s hold and slams back into the bathroom. Locking the door to grant him some more privacy, he is quick to remove the so-called clothing from his body. Shaking once he was completely nude again, he decides to just slink to the floor against the wall. Uncaring how the tile felt against his bare body. He was still in shock he was able to feel anything from how he was getting smacked around, only knowing it wasn’t about to get better. It wouldn’t. Deciding he’d rebel in the only way he could while he was alone by letting the tears from the smack fall, the tears relieving the throbbing a bit. Only when he was sure they were done did he bother to get up, dress, and wash his face off as best he could. If anything it only made his face look much redder from how much he was scrubbing, needing to get the feel of Hunter off his skin.

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A Nightmarish Feast Pt. 2

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Hunter felt something snap inside of himself. The feast was less than twelve hours away, and while he found Kurt’s seeming lack of fear interesting, in front of the beta and omega’s of his pack Kurt would look unruly. Hunter would look weak as an alpha if he could not control his mouthy human mate. Eyes narrowing, he crossed the room around the bed to where Kurt had backed himself up against a wall in his escape from the Alpha’s hold. He grabbed the clothes he wanted Kurt to try on from where he had dropped them on the bed, on his way to where Kurt had now positioned himself. He shoved the wadded up clothing hard into Kurt’s chest. “Change. I want to make sure it fits,” he snarled.

“You will do what I tell you to, when I tell you to do it. If you start behaving, maybe I will allow to to rest before tonight’s feast. Additionally you will be a good like slut for me tonight– if I tell you to eat, you will eat; if I tell you to kneel at my feet all evening, you will kneel; if I tell you to lay on the table and show off you pretty pussy to everyone; you will do so. If you do not, you will receive a lashing that will make last night’s look like child’s play. Or worse. Is that understood, Kurt?” As he spoke, Hunter could feel himself spitting. He felt more animal than human, and he was sure if he looked into a mirror his eyes would be a glowing wolfish blue instead of his usual softer blue hues. He was an alpha and he was going to make sure Kurt started treating him like one.

Hunter knew he had something he could use against Kurt to make sure he complied with what he wanted. It was a little piece of information he had been holding onto since they had first met. But he wasn’t quite yet ready to lay his best card on the table.

Backing more into the corner, he braces himself to be hit in some way only to have the wad of clothes be shoved into his chest. Hands coming up automatically to clutch at the fabric as if it was some kind of shield even if it could be shred to flimsy string in a matter of seconds. Having been on the reviving end of that multiple times now, he knew just how flimsy clothing was. But still it was something Hunter was demanding he’d wear so it could keep him safe for the moment and he was clinging to it like some life jacket. His eyes were a bit wide with the usual fear he had when Hunter got animalistic like this.

“I’m not a slut,” he repeats, trying not to stutter to prove how vulnerable he felt. He was sure it showed anyway, and the dog was lapping it up. Didn’t stop Kurt from sending him vibes of pure hatred as he slips past Hunter again, legs shaking under his weight from being yelled at. He had to fight the tears as he disappeared into the bathroom to change. Being sure to lock the door to ensure some privacy for the short amount of time he had to remove his much nicer outfit for the much pathetic one.

His fingers wouldn’t stop shaking from unbuttoning things like his shirt and pants. The tears finally were free to fall for a few seconds since he was alone. By the time he was down to his underwear his face was completely tear streaked. He pulled the shorts and shirt on, giving himself a disgusted look at his reflection. The shorts barely covered his bruised ass and it was making him have the need to hide despite there being no where to do just that. Proving his living hell wasn’t a nightmarish dream he was having to go through.

Finally coming out again, arms folded with his hands tucked securely under his arm pits in trying to remain guarded. “There. I look ridiculous and I hate it. All for your sadistic viewing pleasure.” Kurt sends another glare in Hunter’s direction. “And it certainly doesn’t fit.”