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Fill 2G/4: Kurt/Warblers, Kurt/Blaine; NonCon, animalplay, body modification, captivity, etc.

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Kurt was vaguely aware of Blaine stepping away, leaving the plug stuck inside him.

The sensation of being stretched was impossible to ignore, but its importance faded a little into the background when someone stepped around in front of him. Kurt craned his neck up awkwardly to see who it was. He immediately turned his face away to the side and snapped his eyes shut, though, when he was met with the sight of David undoing his fly. Kurt wasn’t even allowed the comforting thought of this can’t be happening, because something terrible was already happening to him, and there was no indication the council had any intention of stopping.

There was a warm hand gripping his chin, and Kurt tried to resist its pull. “Come on,” David was saying in a gentle, would-be calming voice. “Come on, you can do it.”

Someone behind him flicked at the base of the plug without warning, and the jolt in his ass startled Kurt enough that David was able to overcome Kurt’s resistance. He easily maneuvered Kurt so that his face was inches from David’s crotch, his shallow panicky breaths landing on David’s half-hard cock where it was hanging out of the undone uniform trousers.

“See, you can be good, can’t you?” David hummed. He made no move to bring his dick any closer, though Kurt kept his eyes and mouth closed tight just in case. “Just open your mouth, alright? That’s all, open up and be nice, no biting.” David’s thumbs were stroking Kurt’s cheeks as he held his head in place. Kurt was, in fact, thinking very fondly of biting.

One of the boys behind Kurt started scratching lightly at the base of his tail, and Kurt startled a little, but refused to open his mouth. “Come on,” Blaine coaxed from somewhere to the side, “you’ll like it if you try it.” The hand moved on to stroking Kurt’s tail feathers from their root toward the tips, then returned to petting where feathers met skin. It felt almost pleasant, but Kurt bit his lips from the inside and tried to focus on the sharp pinch instead.

“Didn’t we turn down the option of a beak so he could do that?” Thad complained. “I still think it would have been more appropriate if he’d been given one.”

“Alright, then.” Wes sighed, then seemed to lean closer, his brisk, but not unkind voice coming from nearer to Kurt’s ear. “Thad is right. There is a suggestion in the Warblers’ charter that the new Canary be given a beak, but the headmaster confirmed that we could use our discretion. A lack of cooperation now will be taken as confirmation that you would have liked the change to go farther, and we will let you have a beak after we’re done today. “

“I hope he decides quickly,” David said softly to the others - although Kurt could still hear him quite easily, he was still there, thank you. “I’m, ah, getting a little cold here.” There were some suppressed chuckles all around.

Kurt bit his lips harder for a second. He didn’t have to - he could get out of doing that, at least, if he just refused now. He’d never have to do it in the future. But the price… Kurt shuddered.

He wasn’t sure if it was pride, vanity, or desperation to keep every bit of humanity he had left, but Kurt slowly opened his mouth.

Thad gave a celebratory whoop, Blaine patted him on the lower back, and Wes hummed approvingly. David said, through what was clearly a warm smile, “Oh, you are being good, aren’t you?”