Fic: How Sam Evans and Kurt Humel Succeeded in Their Revenge Plot - Sort of.
Series: How Sam Evans Series
Title: How Sam Evans and Kurt Hummel Succeeded in Their Revenge Plot - Sort Of.
Pairing: Sam/Kurt/A little Puck
Rating: R
Genre: Kink
Summary: Puck has an interesting way of dealing with a closeted Sam Evans. This leads to the epic romance of Sam and Kurt, as well as a huge spanking explosion at Lima High. Spanking. Kink.
Sam was always the last to leave the showers after practice, but for once, he left early, shooting Puck a smile as he did so. He and Kurt had plans for one Noah Puckerman, but first they had to get him alone.
Kurt had carefully arranged so that the other football players left quickly. “Is he still in the shower?” Kurt asked, arms crossed, giving Sam that devilish, dominant smirk that Sam adored so much.
“Yeah,” Sam said, pulling on his clothes quickly. “You did fantastic getting the guys to get out of here.”
“It took a little bribery, a little playing into their gay panic, but I did it. All we have to do is wait for our victim.”
Sam swallowed. He loved Kurt and his devilish side so damned much. “Do you think we can really get away with this?” he asked.
Kurt nodded sincerely. “Yes we can,” he said. “He got away with it twice, once for you and once for Quinn. We’re smarter than he is. With your strength and my evil, we can do it with no problem whatsoever. Just follow my lead.”
Sam did wait and within the next two minutes, Puck came strolling into the locker room, wearing only a towel. Sam had to appreciate his attractive form (though he much preferred his boyfriend). “Hummel, what are you doing here?” Puck asked, as he headed over towards his locker.
Kurt gestured to Sam and Sam crossed in front of Puck. “We wanna talk to you for a minute,” he said, trying his best to keep it cool and talk clearly, just going for it.
“I wanted to thank you actually,” Kurt said quickly, “for ripping this one out of the closet and helping him embrace his discipline fetish.”
Puck turned around and looked at Sam, looking him up and down like he was considering him. “I did all that, just by beating your ass?” he asked, and his smug look made Sam want to pull him over his knee even more. He was definitely submissive at heart but he was going to make his exception right here. Puck needed a spanking more than anyone that he had ever met in his entire life.
“It was amazing,” Kurt said, leaning up against Puck’s shoulder and practically purring the words. Sam’s jeans were getting tight just watching it, honestly, and he wasn’t alone. The other teenager may or may not be straight, but Kurt’s voice had that effect on most people, he imagined. “Sam and I wanted to thank you for that.”
Sam had been worried about restraining the other boy, but he was going to melt into their hands, he swore it.
Kurt stepped aside and glanced at Sam in a way that made him melt to his every whim, so yeah, it was Kurt’s power. He crossed himself in front of Puck and grabbed the other boy by the towel, which he yanked off, exposing him to the room. “We wanted to return the favor, to be exact,” he said smirking lightly.
“What the fuck guys? I’m happy for your gay-fest and sudden realization but I’m not queer, I don’t like dudes and I don’t want some weirdo orgy with you guys.”
Sam pulled Puck down, wrestling him over the same bench that Puck got him over. He pressed his hips down against the bigger boy’s backside, to keep him steady. “Dude,” he said laughing. “We’re quite sexually satisfied ourselves. This isn’t about sex at all, though I have a feeling you’re gonna find it hot.”
“You can struggle,” Kurt said, “but it’ll be better if you don’t. Sam’s gonna give you the spanking of a lifetime.”
Sam let Puck up, easing the boy over his lap. It was surprisingly easy. Puck was big and strong but his balance was weak. He fell right over Sam’s lap.
“What the hell Evans?” Puck asked, trying to kick at him. Kurt decided Sam needed assistance and sat on Puck’s back, pinning him down. “I’m not into this like you are.”
Sam chuckled. “Your first instinct was to spank me, and I saw what you did to Quinn,” he said.
Kurt tapped the jock’s well formed backside playfully. “You may like it, who knows?” he asked, chuckling. “I mean, it’s a fetish of yours, you may not be as dominant as you thought. Sam practically came all over me from getting himself punished.” He slapped his skin, sharply. “Now, I’m gonna back off, will you move?”
No response.
Kurt backed off and let Sam take control.
Sam’s hand crashed down on the other boy’s backside, staring as a burst of color flushed his skin for a second. It was different from this side. He tried to spank as hard as Puck had spanked him, over and over, one-two-one-two. Oh, okay, he could see the appeal of the other side, definitely.
Puck tensed on his lap and shifted away from the blows, but he was good to his word to Kurt and didn’t get up. Maybe he was curious. Sam had expected a lot more protest than this. He was definitely into the fetish, so at least that explained something. Maybe he was curious about how Sam felt, about how Quinn, who was sort of his girlfriend again, felt.
Sam spanked Puck over and over again, loving the way the sting spread from the other boy’s ass to his hand.
He slapped up and down, covering him with a light pink flush. Puck turned and squirmed and after his entire backside was painted red, actually started making noise. The low, light grunts and moans turned Sam on, honestly.
He glanced over to Kurt, to see that Kurt was quite turned on too. The boy shamelessly undid his too-tight pants to relieve his arousal. He slapped Puck’s pretty backside a few more times, before stopping.
“Lesson learned?”
“Yeah,” Puck breathed, “spank pretty boys at every chance you get. They get boyfriends and you get rewarded.”
“Jackass,” Kurt said quickly. “We can’t even punish you proper. Nevermind. Sam, let’s get out of here please.”
“Why?” Sam asked, as Puck got off of him.
“Because I’m horny, I’m going to spank you till you’re red and then... you can guess the rest.”