{fic} Eager to Please/Lucky To Love 3/?
Author - HamHockLover
Title - Eager to Please/Lucky To Love
Characters, main - Kurt Hummel (slave) and Dave Karofsky (owner)
Rating - R, will reach NC-17
Word Count - 2,600
A/N - Wow, thanks so much for all your love and comments. I was going to ask if this was being recced somewhere but then thought maybe it's just that PBB is going on and all my fellow pirates are hungry for good fics. So happy you think this is worth your time to read. Dave isn't trying to be short and distant in this chapter, fyi. I think he's just had a long day and you know how you get when you just want to come home and relax and then you realize you have ALL THIS SHIT still to do...he's irritated and he might show that by being a little snippish with Kurt. Doesn't imply anything. Sorry this ch is so short too...I hate feeling like a tease, I'm not, in real life, promise, lol.
Chapter Summary - Dave brings his new housekeeper home, instructs him on how to clean shit off the rug and turns down his sexual favors. What a great first night.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
They walked through the front door and could see it immediately. A large pile of dog shit on the corner of the rug. “Dammit,” Dave muttered under his breath. “Ok, so, I have a dog. His name is Ezekiel.” Dave took a couple steps into the apartment, leaving Kurt to stare at the large pile of poop in the middle of the room. “Here, boy…come here, Zeke.” Dave turned back around. “He’s probably hiding. He’s a good dog…he just hates being left home alone all day and with my new position at work, I’m gone a lot more than I used to be. So anyway. One of your main responsibilities is taking him out, walking him, you know…around the block. Maybe once in the morning, once in the evening before I get home.”
Kurt stood, still staring at the mess on the floor. Something itched inside him and he wanted to clean it immediately. He’d never seen dog excrement before and he’d certainly never seen it inside where people live. Everything about it was just wrong.
Dave was still talking and walking away, snapping Kurt out of his daze. “So, here. Um, Kurt…in here.” Kurt followed quickly as he walked to the kitchen. “Take one of these small bags, put your hand inside it, like a glove almost. It’s gross, I know.” He walked back over to the pile of poop, “Pick it up and turn the bag inside out so it’s all inside, see? Take that back to the trash, here, follow me.”
Kurt’s head was swimming. He had been trained in every type of cleaning and cooking and domestic chore imaginable. But he’d never been instructed on how to clean dog poop off the floor. And his master was doing it all while he watched. He’d never felt more worthless in his life.
“Then take the trash out. I don’t care if it isn’t full yet. I can’t stand the smell of dog shit in my house. Take the trash out. There’s a trash chute at the end of the hall, we passed it when we came off the elevator. Anyway, put it in there immediately.” Dave opened the cabinet under the kitchen sink. “Here’s the spot remover. Rubber gloves. All I have are extra large, sorry. I’ll have to buy some medium for you, I guess. But anyway, spray it on the floor,” he was walking back toward the spot again and Kurt followed closely behind. He aimed the bottle at the stain and started squirting.
“Please sir.” Kurt finally spoke, afraid he might get in trouble for interrupting. But he hated watching his master do something so lowly. “Please, may I do it?”
Dave stopped and stared at him, smiling slightly. “Well, of course, I mean…I hate doing it. I’m sorry it’s your first night here and this is what you’re welcomed with but…yeah, it grosses me out.” Dave handed the gloves and the spray bottle and the carpet scrubber to Kurt who donned the gloves and knelt on the carpet beside the stain. “Just um, spray the area…wait for it to soak in a few minutes then scrub it out with the brush. Then blot it with a dry towel. Easy…but a really big pain in the ass too.”
Kurt got busy with the stain. Dave went back over to the kitchen and grabbed the bag, taking it past Kurt and out the front door. Kurt looked up, watching him leave. He scrambled to his feet and followed behind. “Please, sir. Please let me do that.” A master should never have to take out the trash himself, Kurt knew that.
Dave turned around, halfway to the trash chute by then. “Um, ok. It’s just right here.”
Kurt took the bag from his hands and opened the drawer-like opening Dave showed him. He slid the bag in and watched it fall. “Thank you, mast-- um, sir. Thank you.” Kurt looked down, pleased he’d been able to perform that task instead of letting his master do it. But still upset that he’d slipped and almost called him master. It was a very difficult order to remember.
“No problem.” Dave eyed him cautiously. He certainly was eager to please. Too eager, perhaps. It was sad to think of all the vengeful, heartless owners in the world who love nothing more than to mistreat and humiliate their slaves. Dave was a slave owner now. It still felt wrong but he knew he wasn’t going to be anything like those others.
They came back in the apartment and Kurt knelt beside the stain again, scrubbing vigorously to get the spot up. Dave walked to his bedroom to try to coax Zeke out. “Hey, buddy. Got someone I want you to meet. Come on, boy.”
Dave came back out into the large room, watching as Kurt blotted up the stain with a dry cloth, pressing down with his palms as hard as he could to absorb the cleaning solution. “Here, let me show you a trick.” Dave stepped closer, pressing his foot to the middle of the cloth and twisting slightly, using pressure to absorb the moisture. “See, it works better if you use your foot. But make sure you have a shoe on, cause that’s just gross if you try it with bare feet.” He laughed at his own observation but Kurt just looked puzzled.
Kurt stepped on the cloth, twisting his foot slightly to blot at the stain. He removed the cloth and the stained area looked almost perfect.
“I’m probably gonna have to get the whole rug professionally cleaned before I have company. Anyway. Here’s Zeke.”
Kurt looked down at the dog. He felt himself smile instinctively but tried to stifle it. The dog sniffed at him curiously then wagged his tail and bumped his way between them, excitedly showing that he wanted to be taken out.
“Ok, so, yeah…walking Zeke.” Dave turned to the table next to the front door and pulled out a leash from the top drawer. He clipped it to Zeke’s collar and headed for the door. “I’ll show you where we walk,” Dave explained as Kurt quickly realized it was time to follow his master out the door.
They made it to the elevator, down to street level and onto the sidewalk. It was mostly deserted and Dave let Zeke lead the way as they made their way down the street. “You can do this, like I said, a couple times a day. He’s a good dog and loves to come outside. I feel guilty for keeping him confined to that apartment all the time.” Dave looked sideways at Kurt, realizing he might not enjoy being confined to just an apartment all day too, but didn't really know what to do about that. “So, um...whenever you want, you can bring him outside for a walk. There’s a small patch of grass, like a vacant lot, down about four blocks. It’s too late to go there now but Zeke knows the way. Just remember to bring a bag along to pick up his mess. Dump it in any of these trash cans along the way. Got it?”
Kurt was following closely behind, just a half step behind his master. “Yes, mast--yes, sir,” Kurt answered, quickly dropping his eyes. He hadn’t been chastised yet for accidentally calling his master ‘master.’ He was hoping that was a good sign. He was getting used to just saying ‘sir.’ He wasn’t sure if he’d ever get used to saying ‘Mr. Karofsky,’ though. His hands itched to be doing something. He wanted to take the leash and lead the dog but felt he couldn’t simply take it away from his master. He listened to his instructions, watching the street signs and trying to remember the path they were taking. Zeke stopped at several sign posts and trees along the way to pee. The night was pleasant and Kurt tried to enjoy being outside.
They made it back to the apartment. Zeke ran off into the kitchen and Dave grabbed Kurt’s bag where it still sat next to the front door. “Ok, so, I’ll go over a few things. I’m beat and just want to go to bed, but I guess I need to go over some instructions.”
Kurt’s eye lit up. Instructions. Yes. That’s what he’s been hoping for. He was eager to learn what his tasks and duties would be, other than walking and cleaning up after Zeke, which seemed far too easy all by itself.
Dave led him into the living room area of the large open loft. “These boxes are mostly books, some other stuff but I haven’t had time to unpack all the way. I moved in almost two weeks ago and this is as far as I got.” He made a sweeping gesture towards the bare room that contained a couch and two large, comfortable looking chairs but not much else. “Just, put stuff away. It really doesn’t matter where, honestly, just as long as it’s out of the boxes finally, alright?”
Kurt nodded, “Yes, sir.”
They walked towards the kitchen. “Feel free to look around tomorrow, learn where everything is. I don’t do a lot of cooking myself…not just because I don’t have the time but also…because I’m a lousy cook. There are a few groceries in here already,” he opened the refrigerator showing it contained not really much of anything. “A potato and an apple. Wow. I guess I’ll be going to the store soon. You’ll need something to eat. You can eat those eggs if you want.”
He turned back towards the large walk-in pantry and opened the door. “I usually grab breakfast on the way to work cause I’m in a hurry, so whatever you want to eat tomorrow, feel free.”
Kurt nodded again, listening and looking around as Dave spoke. The pantry held a few boxed items and a roll of trash bags.
“I have a coffee maker. It’s in that box there with the toaster and some other stuff. Like I said, nowhere near unpacked yet. But whatever you can get done, that’d be great.”
They walked down the small hall that split two bedrooms at the far end of the loft. “This is my room here, and this is yours.” He opened the door and walked in, placing Kurt’s bag gently on the bed. “You have your own bathroom, a dresser and a desk. We’ll get you some stuff to make it more your own as soon as I get a chance.”
Kurt’s eyes were wide with wonder. His own room? He’d never had his own room before. Sleeping with his mother as a child and then in the barracks with all the girls was comforting but he figured he’d have to get used to sleeping alone eventually. Except for the times his master wanted him in his bed. Or perhaps his master would prefer for his services to take place in his slave’s room. Either was expected of course. Kurt watched as his master opened the curtains slightly, showing Kurt the view of the street below.
“So, this is your room, Kurt. I want you to understand. This is yours and you can do whatever you want to with it. We’ll get you some things, like I said…whatever you want. Books, a TV set, whatever. I think it would be good for you to have something that’s yours and yours alone. Maybe a hobby even. Do you like to draw?”
Kurt hesitated. The question confused him. The whole idea of having him own room and whatever a ‘hobby’ was…he didn’t understand and didn’t know how to answer. He studied the floor, answering quietly, “If you would like for me to draw, sir, then yes.”
Dave sighed, shaking his head again. “Should have known that’s what you’d say.” He took a step closer, “Hey, look at me,” his voice was low and soft, “I know this may be confusing, ok? You’re here now, and my rules are probably going to be very different from the facility’s rules. First of all, I will never enter this room without knocking first and asking permission to come in. Understand?”
Kurt met his eyes as ordered but then looked down, confused. A master who knocks and asks permission to enter? Why would he do that?
“As long as the apartment is clean and Zeke is taken care of, you can spend your free time in here, doing whatever you’d like. I’ll get you some books and you can read or you know, whatever you like.”
Kurt was silent but nodded. He couldn’t help the feelings of uselessness bubbling up into his chest.
“So, anyway. This is it. I’m going to go to bed now.” Dave hesitated, seeing that his slave was still staring almost sadly at the floor. “Is there anything you wanted to ask? Anything I didn’t cover?”
Kurt hesitated, then nodded jerkily. There was something his master didn’t explain. Something that had been bothering him since he was won in that strange bidding war yesterday morning. He knew his master had preferred a female but he had to attempt to prove himself. “Please, sir, may I ask when you’d like me to pleasure you?”
Dave screwed his eyes shut, wincing at the innocent question. Azimio was right, they really did live for that. This boy had been trained, probably had to actually do the stuff he was trained for. Brainwashed into thinking that was his purpose, that was what his master wanted. “No, Kurt,” he answered adamantly, “you won’t be pleasuring me. That’s not…that isn’t why you’re here. That isn’t why I bought you, ok?”
Kurt suddenly felt horrible…worse than he’d ever felt before. He understood clearly, he wasn’t his master’s ideal slave. He wasn’t a female. His master didn’t even want to come into his room. “I’m sorry, mast-- I’m sorry, sir. Please forgive me. I’m sorry.” Kurt stared at the floor, shaking his head slightly, feeling worthless and small.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Dave stepped closer, reaching out to Kurt’s chin and bringing his face up to look at him. “Why are you apologizing?”
“I’m so sorry I’m not what you wanted, master.” Kurt spoke in a rushed, pained tone, knowing he’d probably get in trouble for his emotional display and wrong use of words. “I’m sorry I’m not female, I’m sorry I don’t please you. But I can. I promise you, I’m trained. I can pleasure you, master. Please let me.”
Fuck, Dave thought as he stumbled backwards slightly. He saw the tears prick at the boy’s eyes and felt like shit. This was so fucking messed up. He didn’t want to use his slave for sex. He was trying to give the boy some dignity by giving him his own room and privacy…but the poor thing interpreted that as being unwanted and inadequate. “Listen, Kurt. You don’t…you don’t understand, ok? If I’d bought a female, I wouldn’t have asked her to pleasure me either. That’s not what I wanted a slave for. Alright?” he spoke softly, hoping the boy understood but knew he probably didn’t. All the fucked up brainwashing he’d already been put through. He wasn’t going to change his thinking in one night.
Kurt wiped at his eyes quickly, trembling hands dropping back to his sides as he sniffled quietly.
“It’s late. I’m going to go to bed. My room is right there, right across the hall, ok? If you need anything, you can knock.” Kurt hadn’t looked up from the floor. Dave shook his head, he knew he couldn’t make him understand so he gave up, “Goodnight, Kurt.” He turned towards the door, hearing a quiet, ‘goodnight, sir’ and a sniffle coming from his slave.
Chapter 4
Title - Eager to Please/Lucky To Love
Characters, main - Kurt Hummel (slave) and Dave Karofsky (owner)
Rating - R, will reach NC-17
Word Count - 2,600
A/N - Wow, thanks so much for all your love and comments. I was going to ask if this was being recced somewhere but then thought maybe it's just that PBB is going on and all my fellow pirates are hungry for good fics. So happy you think this is worth your time to read. Dave isn't trying to be short and distant in this chapter, fyi. I think he's just had a long day and you know how you get when you just want to come home and relax and then you realize you have ALL THIS SHIT still to do...he's irritated and he might show that by being a little snippish with Kurt. Doesn't imply anything. Sorry this ch is so short too...I hate feeling like a tease, I'm not, in real life, promise, lol.
Chapter Summary - Dave brings his new housekeeper home, instructs him on how to clean shit off the rug and turns down his sexual favors. What a great first night.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
They walked through the front door and could see it immediately. A large pile of dog shit on the corner of the rug. “Dammit,” Dave muttered under his breath. “Ok, so, I have a dog. His name is Ezekiel.” Dave took a couple steps into the apartment, leaving Kurt to stare at the large pile of poop in the middle of the room. “Here, boy…come here, Zeke.” Dave turned back around. “He’s probably hiding. He’s a good dog…he just hates being left home alone all day and with my new position at work, I’m gone a lot more than I used to be. So anyway. One of your main responsibilities is taking him out, walking him, you know…around the block. Maybe once in the morning, once in the evening before I get home.”
Kurt stood, still staring at the mess on the floor. Something itched inside him and he wanted to clean it immediately. He’d never seen dog excrement before and he’d certainly never seen it inside where people live. Everything about it was just wrong.
Dave was still talking and walking away, snapping Kurt out of his daze. “So, here. Um, Kurt…in here.” Kurt followed quickly as he walked to the kitchen. “Take one of these small bags, put your hand inside it, like a glove almost. It’s gross, I know.” He walked back over to the pile of poop, “Pick it up and turn the bag inside out so it’s all inside, see? Take that back to the trash, here, follow me.”
Kurt’s head was swimming. He had been trained in every type of cleaning and cooking and domestic chore imaginable. But he’d never been instructed on how to clean dog poop off the floor. And his master was doing it all while he watched. He’d never felt more worthless in his life.
“Then take the trash out. I don’t care if it isn’t full yet. I can’t stand the smell of dog shit in my house. Take the trash out. There’s a trash chute at the end of the hall, we passed it when we came off the elevator. Anyway, put it in there immediately.” Dave opened the cabinet under the kitchen sink. “Here’s the spot remover. Rubber gloves. All I have are extra large, sorry. I’ll have to buy some medium for you, I guess. But anyway, spray it on the floor,” he was walking back toward the spot again and Kurt followed closely behind. He aimed the bottle at the stain and started squirting.
“Please sir.” Kurt finally spoke, afraid he might get in trouble for interrupting. But he hated watching his master do something so lowly. “Please, may I do it?”
Dave stopped and stared at him, smiling slightly. “Well, of course, I mean…I hate doing it. I’m sorry it’s your first night here and this is what you’re welcomed with but…yeah, it grosses me out.” Dave handed the gloves and the spray bottle and the carpet scrubber to Kurt who donned the gloves and knelt on the carpet beside the stain. “Just um, spray the area…wait for it to soak in a few minutes then scrub it out with the brush. Then blot it with a dry towel. Easy…but a really big pain in the ass too.”
Kurt got busy with the stain. Dave went back over to the kitchen and grabbed the bag, taking it past Kurt and out the front door. Kurt looked up, watching him leave. He scrambled to his feet and followed behind. “Please, sir. Please let me do that.” A master should never have to take out the trash himself, Kurt knew that.
Dave turned around, halfway to the trash chute by then. “Um, ok. It’s just right here.”
Kurt took the bag from his hands and opened the drawer-like opening Dave showed him. He slid the bag in and watched it fall. “Thank you, mast-- um, sir. Thank you.” Kurt looked down, pleased he’d been able to perform that task instead of letting his master do it. But still upset that he’d slipped and almost called him master. It was a very difficult order to remember.
“No problem.” Dave eyed him cautiously. He certainly was eager to please. Too eager, perhaps. It was sad to think of all the vengeful, heartless owners in the world who love nothing more than to mistreat and humiliate their slaves. Dave was a slave owner now. It still felt wrong but he knew he wasn’t going to be anything like those others.
They came back in the apartment and Kurt knelt beside the stain again, scrubbing vigorously to get the spot up. Dave walked to his bedroom to try to coax Zeke out. “Hey, buddy. Got someone I want you to meet. Come on, boy.”
Dave came back out into the large room, watching as Kurt blotted up the stain with a dry cloth, pressing down with his palms as hard as he could to absorb the cleaning solution. “Here, let me show you a trick.” Dave stepped closer, pressing his foot to the middle of the cloth and twisting slightly, using pressure to absorb the moisture. “See, it works better if you use your foot. But make sure you have a shoe on, cause that’s just gross if you try it with bare feet.” He laughed at his own observation but Kurt just looked puzzled.
Kurt stepped on the cloth, twisting his foot slightly to blot at the stain. He removed the cloth and the stained area looked almost perfect.
“I’m probably gonna have to get the whole rug professionally cleaned before I have company. Anyway. Here’s Zeke.”
Kurt looked down at the dog. He felt himself smile instinctively but tried to stifle it. The dog sniffed at him curiously then wagged his tail and bumped his way between them, excitedly showing that he wanted to be taken out.
“Ok, so, yeah…walking Zeke.” Dave turned to the table next to the front door and pulled out a leash from the top drawer. He clipped it to Zeke’s collar and headed for the door. “I’ll show you where we walk,” Dave explained as Kurt quickly realized it was time to follow his master out the door.
They made it to the elevator, down to street level and onto the sidewalk. It was mostly deserted and Dave let Zeke lead the way as they made their way down the street. “You can do this, like I said, a couple times a day. He’s a good dog and loves to come outside. I feel guilty for keeping him confined to that apartment all the time.” Dave looked sideways at Kurt, realizing he might not enjoy being confined to just an apartment all day too, but didn't really know what to do about that. “So, um...whenever you want, you can bring him outside for a walk. There’s a small patch of grass, like a vacant lot, down about four blocks. It’s too late to go there now but Zeke knows the way. Just remember to bring a bag along to pick up his mess. Dump it in any of these trash cans along the way. Got it?”
Kurt was following closely behind, just a half step behind his master. “Yes, mast--yes, sir,” Kurt answered, quickly dropping his eyes. He hadn’t been chastised yet for accidentally calling his master ‘master.’ He was hoping that was a good sign. He was getting used to just saying ‘sir.’ He wasn’t sure if he’d ever get used to saying ‘Mr. Karofsky,’ though. His hands itched to be doing something. He wanted to take the leash and lead the dog but felt he couldn’t simply take it away from his master. He listened to his instructions, watching the street signs and trying to remember the path they were taking. Zeke stopped at several sign posts and trees along the way to pee. The night was pleasant and Kurt tried to enjoy being outside.
They made it back to the apartment. Zeke ran off into the kitchen and Dave grabbed Kurt’s bag where it still sat next to the front door. “Ok, so, I’ll go over a few things. I’m beat and just want to go to bed, but I guess I need to go over some instructions.”
Kurt’s eye lit up. Instructions. Yes. That’s what he’s been hoping for. He was eager to learn what his tasks and duties would be, other than walking and cleaning up after Zeke, which seemed far too easy all by itself.
Dave led him into the living room area of the large open loft. “These boxes are mostly books, some other stuff but I haven’t had time to unpack all the way. I moved in almost two weeks ago and this is as far as I got.” He made a sweeping gesture towards the bare room that contained a couch and two large, comfortable looking chairs but not much else. “Just, put stuff away. It really doesn’t matter where, honestly, just as long as it’s out of the boxes finally, alright?”
Kurt nodded, “Yes, sir.”
They walked towards the kitchen. “Feel free to look around tomorrow, learn where everything is. I don’t do a lot of cooking myself…not just because I don’t have the time but also…because I’m a lousy cook. There are a few groceries in here already,” he opened the refrigerator showing it contained not really much of anything. “A potato and an apple. Wow. I guess I’ll be going to the store soon. You’ll need something to eat. You can eat those eggs if you want.”
He turned back towards the large walk-in pantry and opened the door. “I usually grab breakfast on the way to work cause I’m in a hurry, so whatever you want to eat tomorrow, feel free.”
Kurt nodded again, listening and looking around as Dave spoke. The pantry held a few boxed items and a roll of trash bags.
“I have a coffee maker. It’s in that box there with the toaster and some other stuff. Like I said, nowhere near unpacked yet. But whatever you can get done, that’d be great.”
They walked down the small hall that split two bedrooms at the far end of the loft. “This is my room here, and this is yours.” He opened the door and walked in, placing Kurt’s bag gently on the bed. “You have your own bathroom, a dresser and a desk. We’ll get you some stuff to make it more your own as soon as I get a chance.”
Kurt’s eyes were wide with wonder. His own room? He’d never had his own room before. Sleeping with his mother as a child and then in the barracks with all the girls was comforting but he figured he’d have to get used to sleeping alone eventually. Except for the times his master wanted him in his bed. Or perhaps his master would prefer for his services to take place in his slave’s room. Either was expected of course. Kurt watched as his master opened the curtains slightly, showing Kurt the view of the street below.
“So, this is your room, Kurt. I want you to understand. This is yours and you can do whatever you want to with it. We’ll get you some things, like I said…whatever you want. Books, a TV set, whatever. I think it would be good for you to have something that’s yours and yours alone. Maybe a hobby even. Do you like to draw?”
Kurt hesitated. The question confused him. The whole idea of having him own room and whatever a ‘hobby’ was…he didn’t understand and didn’t know how to answer. He studied the floor, answering quietly, “If you would like for me to draw, sir, then yes.”
Dave sighed, shaking his head again. “Should have known that’s what you’d say.” He took a step closer, “Hey, look at me,” his voice was low and soft, “I know this may be confusing, ok? You’re here now, and my rules are probably going to be very different from the facility’s rules. First of all, I will never enter this room without knocking first and asking permission to come in. Understand?”
Kurt met his eyes as ordered but then looked down, confused. A master who knocks and asks permission to enter? Why would he do that?
“As long as the apartment is clean and Zeke is taken care of, you can spend your free time in here, doing whatever you’d like. I’ll get you some books and you can read or you know, whatever you like.”
Kurt was silent but nodded. He couldn’t help the feelings of uselessness bubbling up into his chest.
“So, anyway. This is it. I’m going to go to bed now.” Dave hesitated, seeing that his slave was still staring almost sadly at the floor. “Is there anything you wanted to ask? Anything I didn’t cover?”
Kurt hesitated, then nodded jerkily. There was something his master didn’t explain. Something that had been bothering him since he was won in that strange bidding war yesterday morning. He knew his master had preferred a female but he had to attempt to prove himself. “Please, sir, may I ask when you’d like me to pleasure you?”
Dave screwed his eyes shut, wincing at the innocent question. Azimio was right, they really did live for that. This boy had been trained, probably had to actually do the stuff he was trained for. Brainwashed into thinking that was his purpose, that was what his master wanted. “No, Kurt,” he answered adamantly, “you won’t be pleasuring me. That’s not…that isn’t why you’re here. That isn’t why I bought you, ok?”
Kurt suddenly felt horrible…worse than he’d ever felt before. He understood clearly, he wasn’t his master’s ideal slave. He wasn’t a female. His master didn’t even want to come into his room. “I’m sorry, mast-- I’m sorry, sir. Please forgive me. I’m sorry.” Kurt stared at the floor, shaking his head slightly, feeling worthless and small.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Dave stepped closer, reaching out to Kurt’s chin and bringing his face up to look at him. “Why are you apologizing?”
“I’m so sorry I’m not what you wanted, master.” Kurt spoke in a rushed, pained tone, knowing he’d probably get in trouble for his emotional display and wrong use of words. “I’m sorry I’m not female, I’m sorry I don’t please you. But I can. I promise you, I’m trained. I can pleasure you, master. Please let me.”
Fuck, Dave thought as he stumbled backwards slightly. He saw the tears prick at the boy’s eyes and felt like shit. This was so fucking messed up. He didn’t want to use his slave for sex. He was trying to give the boy some dignity by giving him his own room and privacy…but the poor thing interpreted that as being unwanted and inadequate. “Listen, Kurt. You don’t…you don’t understand, ok? If I’d bought a female, I wouldn’t have asked her to pleasure me either. That’s not what I wanted a slave for. Alright?” he spoke softly, hoping the boy understood but knew he probably didn’t. All the fucked up brainwashing he’d already been put through. He wasn’t going to change his thinking in one night.
Kurt wiped at his eyes quickly, trembling hands dropping back to his sides as he sniffled quietly.
“It’s late. I’m going to go to bed. My room is right there, right across the hall, ok? If you need anything, you can knock.” Kurt hadn’t looked up from the floor. Dave shook his head, he knew he couldn’t make him understand so he gave up, “Goodnight, Kurt.” He turned towards the door, hearing a quiet, ‘goodnight, sir’ and a sniffle coming from his slave.
Chapter 4