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

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A brush of air was all the warning Kurt had before there were fingers gripping at the base of the plug in his ass and tugging. He gritted his teeth and tried to relax against it, the base widening and flaring his ass open. It wasn’t quite as painful as it had been going in, and Kurt tried to take that as a small blessing as it reached its widest point, then narrowed and receded, before the whole thing was pulled out with a humiliating sound.

There was some more shuffling as the plug was presumably handed off or set down, then there was the sound of a container opening and some slick sounds. The slippery squishing noises continued for a good few moments. Farther away, David sighed in what sounded like resignation.

Finally, Kurt felt a hand, still a little wet, land on the tensed skin over his hip.

“Shh, relax,” Blaine soothed, rubbing briskly over his shoulder blades.

Kurt felt like he had run out of energy to panic, so there was only a brief burst of fear when the head of Thad’s cock nudged at his asshole.

It was bigger and blunter than the plugs had been, so there was still a sting when it pressed and pressed and finally pushed inside - after a few false starts when it slipped down or aside, instead. The copious lube did make the slide easier once it was in, though, awkward squishing sounds aside. Thad groaned and jerkily pulled back a little after the first few inches, the head of it pulling Kurt a little more open again before the whole thing was plunged back in.

Kurt hung limply and let himself be rocked by the thrusts, a rhythm having been established very quickly. There was a faint, confusing pleasure in being so full, but Kurt tried to ignore it. He’d expected it to hurt far more, but the stretching had prepared him enough that all he could really notice was the foreign ache of fullness and the slippery barely-there friction of Thad’s cock pumping in and out. It was harder to ignore the occasional tingles that ran through his entire body every so often when Thad plunged in at just the right angle, and he found himself letting out soft chirrups at those moments.

Thankfully, though, Thad seemed more interested in completing his task as a Council member and less interested in Kurt’s reactions, so Kurt was able to mostly let his mind drift away, his eyes staring unfocused at the walls beyond bars, only jerked back to reality by the occasional pulses of pleasure.

Wes and David were having their own conversation, Blaine chipping in a thought every so often as he idly petted Kurt’s swaying body.

Kurt almost missed it when Thad finished, so he startled a little when Thad stopped moving, then withdrew from him without warning. He squawked a little in surprise, but no one acknowledged him, seemingly caught up in teasing Thad about how abruptly he’d finished and Thad blustering in his own defense.