Gleeful Revenge

“You must be really serious if you’ve turned to me for help,” said Sebastian Smythe with a grin.

“Yeah, let’s get one thing straight,” Kurt Hummel began.

“Neither of us are.”

Kurt rolled his eyes and continued. “I still don’t like you, but I’ve heard you could help me teach Blaine a lesson for cheating on me. One he’ll never forget.”

Sebastian nodded. “Yeah, my family’s got patented inventions they make lots of money on. Not because they’re being bought up, but they’re being paid to keep them off of the market. But I have access to them. So once you subject Blaine to them, he’ll definitely never forget.”

“So you’ll help me?”

“Oh yeah, but there’s got to be something in it for me.”

Kurt braced himself. “What do you want?”

“I get to personally assist you with the inventions. And I get to handle the goods, if you catch my drift.”

Kurt thought. “Okay,” he said at last.

Sebastian nodded. “All right, we have a deal. I’ll just need to get everything set up. Bring him over tomorrow afternoon.”

“Okay, where are we going?” Blaine Anderson asked, looking out the car window. He was resigned to whatever was about to happen, but anxious as well.

“To get your punishment,” Kurt said with a smirk.

“Yeah, but I figured we’d go to your house or… I don’t know! This is the rich part of town. All the grass is the same level of green and there’s not a single cigarette butt on the sidewalks.”

“Life goals.”

“Wait,” Blaine said. “This is it? We’re just going to ogle the homes of places of people who can afford way more than we can?”

“No, we’re visiting someone we know.”

They pulled the car up into a parking lot. Kurt got out and walked with Blaine to the front door, around the small, inviting garden at the front of the three-story white-paneled house with crystal-clear windows.

“Who do we know that could live here?” Blaine asked.

Kurt said nothing as he rang the doorbell and crossed his arms as he waited with a smile.

“Kurt, seriously, who lives here?” Blaine asked.

“It’s all a part of your punishment, which you agreed to as part of getting back together with me.”

“Hey, guys!” said Sebastian as he opened the door. “I just got everything set up.”

“Sebastian Smythe?” asked Blaine. “Sebastian Smythe?”

“That’s who it is,” Kurt replied as they followed Sebastian inside.

“But… you hate this guy!”

“Hate’s kind of a strong word. Let’s just say we bonded over a shared interest.”

“Making sure you get what you deserve!” Sebastian added. “And then some!”

“You sure your parents aren’t going to mind us doing this here?” Kurt asked.

“They don’t come to my wing,” Sebastian explained.

“You get a whole wing?” Blaine asked in amazement.

“Yeah,” Sebastian replied calmly. “They established some ground rules, and we have dinner together, but other than that, I hardly even see them.”

“This is the torture, isn’t it?” Blaine asked. “Hearing this guy brag about how rich he is.”

“Have a seat,” Sebastian said. “Kurt and I have to talk things over.”

Blaine sat down in a seat as Sebastian and Kurt looked over a list on a tablet Sebastian had.

“Oooh,” Kurt audibly said as they went over the list, glancing at Kurt. “Wait, you can actually do that?”

“Oh yeah,” Sebastian replied. “Check this photo out.”

“Oh my god! Can’t wait to see that happen to Blaine.”

With that, they began talking too lowly for Blaine to hear, leaving him sitting there, beginning to wonder and dread what they were planning.

In a short period of time, the two were smiling broadly and finally looked to Blaine.

“Okay,” Kurt said. “Strip.”

“You want me to take my clothes off?” Blaine asked hesitantly.

“All of them.”

“And you’re going to watch?”

“Yes.”

Blaine looked at the two young men before him before standing up. He pulled off his shoes, then his socks, then began to unbutton his shirt before pulling it off and revealing his bare chest.

“Wow, he looks good!” chuckled Sebastian.

“Okay,” Kurt said with a smirk. “Now, take the pants off.”

Blaine sighed. “Do I have to?”

Kurt crossed his arms. “Didn’t you say you’d do anything to take me back?”

Blaine nodded and unbuttoned his pants, soon revealing his legs.

“Okay, now take those boxers off.”

Well, Blaine thought, I’ve gone this far. What’s the problem? It’s just nudity.

He pulled the final piece of clothing off and tossed it on the pile, letting everything hang out.

“I’ve seen bigger,” Sebastian said with a shrug. “But that’s nothing to scoff at.”

“Are you talking about his butt or his dick?” Kurt asked.

“Both.”

Sebastian pulled out something from his pants pocket and tossed it to Blaine. It was a speedo swimsuit.

“Go ahead and put it on.”

Blaine did so, glad to be given some cover.

“Okay now, shake it,” Kurt commanded. “I wanna see you pop that booty like a can of Pringles.”

“Twerk it!” Sebastian called.

Blaine turned and sighed. Then, he began shaking his butt, thrusting it out and pulling it back in.

This isn’t so bad, Blaine thought after about a minute. It’s like a dance.

And that’s when he felt hands on his ass. Kurt and Sebastian were touching him, slapping and pinching his butt, even reaching up and gripping his chest.

“Do you have to do that?” Blaine asked.

“What did you say you’d do to get Kurt back?” asked Sebastian.

“Anything...”

“Exactly.”

“Someone clearly still needs to learn his lesson,” Kurt said and pulled Blaine over by his right arm. Kurt sat on one of Sebastian’s sofas and pulled his boyfriend over his lap.

“Kurt?” Blaine asked.

SMACK!

Kurt had spanked him. What the hell?

SMACK!

He’d done it again! Blaine could hear Sebastian beginning to chuckle.

SMACK!

A tear dripped out of Blaine’s eye.

SMACK!

Okay, this was too much. He began crying as the spanking continued.

“Please…” he whined.

“Say it,” Kurt said. “Say you’re sorry.”

“I’m sorry!” Blaine blurted. “I’m sorry for cheating on you! You’ve been so good to me… It was wrong.”

“There we go, that’s all I needed.” Kurt lightly brushed Blaine’s back.

“That’s it?” Blaine asked. “Is it over?”

“That part’s over.”

“Wait, what’s next?”

“That’s where I come in,” Sebastian said. He pulled Blaine to his feet and then over to a corner. There was a strange machine rather like a doctor’s scale, with a wide, clear tube above it. He had Blaine step on it. “You’re going to wish this was on the market,” he commented to Kurt. “You could say it can really make anyone thin.”

“Hey, I’m not fat!” Blaine yelled.

“We can see that!” Kurt replied.

Sebastian activated the machine and the tube lowered around Blaine, making a tight fit.

Blaine heard something whirring and looked up to see a large, metal weight with a flat bottom lowering on top of him.

“Guys?” he called warily.

Then he realized the platform he was on was pushing him up as well.

“GUYS!”

Before long, he felt himself being pressed between the two surfaces. He tried to yell, but the pressure against his face stifled it into a groan. He feared having his body crushed. Instead, he felt his body compress, a feeling he was totally unfamiliar with, yet it wasn’t pleasant either. However bad he might have thought having his body crush would feel, this felt twice as worse. Probably because he remained completely aware throughout the process.

After about two minutes, the tube raised, the platform now having raised to about the level of Sebastian’s waist.

Blaine sighed. It was over. He couldn’t move, though. His body was pressed together. He could breathe and speak faintly, but when his eyes were open, they could only stare above him.

“Go ahead and pick him up,” Sebastian instructed Kurt.

Blaine could feel Kurt’s hands touch him as he felt extra sensitive.

“Holy shit,” sighed Kurt as he looked Blaine over.

Blaine was now a flat, round disc, about three feet wide and only a quarter of an inch thick. On one side was his flattened bare chest, face and the palms of his hands, on the other side were the soles of his feet and the speedo around the flesh tone that used to be his legs.

“He turned out beautifully,” Sebastian commented.

“We can change him back, right?” Kurt asked a little hesitantly. Sebastian had listed what he was going to do, but still, Kurt was a little in awe that a human being had been reduced to such a shape.

“Yeah, of course. But there’s some fun we can have with him like this. Like, I’m feeling thirsty, you want anything?”

“I could use a water.”

“I’m parched,” whispered Blaine, but no one seemed to hear.

Sebastian left the room and shortly returned with a couple of chilled bottles of water and a bowl of popcorn.

“Take a seat,” Sebastian said to Kurt and in a moment, both of them were sitting next to each other on the sofa.

Kurt took a sip of water and began to place it on the nearby coffee table when Sebastian interrupted him.

“We better use a coaster,” he said with a grin.

Kurt nodded and placed Blaine on the coffee table, and then set his bottle on Blaine. Sebastian followed suit and then the two dug into the popcorn.

Blaine was a little angry. He was a person, not an object to just be used, but then, he began to realize that there was something a little calming about this. Just lying there, and hey, if he was going to be used by anyone, why not his boyfriend, huh?

“You know, you’re not such the jerk I thought you were,” Kurt said.

“Thanks,” Sebastian replied with a smirk.

“Speak for yourself,” mumbled Blaine.
Sebastian finished his bottle of water and soon, so did Kurt and they soon finished the popcorn.

“Okay, time to stretch him out,” Sebastian said and grabbed Blaine. He placed the young man turned platter on another machine.

Two suction cups took hold of each side of Blaine and began to pull and with several loud “pops,” Blaine resumed his five foot, eight inch height.

“Oh god, that was quite the experience,” he sighed before the machine wrapped straps around his wrists and ankles. “Wait, what’s happening?”

“Gotta make sure you’re nice and flexible,” Sebastian explained.

“What are you talking aBOUT?” Blaine asked as his legs and arms were pulled in different directions, putting them in the shape of an X. After they had locked in place, they began to pull his limbs in different directions, pulling him tight and then stretching him.

“YAAAAAHHH!” he screamed as his arms and legs began to grow longer.

Kurt watched in awe as Blaine’s limbs nearly doubled in length.

“And now, release,” Sebastian said and tapped a button. The straps came off of Blaine and with a snap, his limbs resumed their normal shape and he fell to the floor, panting.

“How does it work?” Kurt asked.
“It’s the speedo,” Sebastian replied with a smirk. “It was coated with a topical chemical that made him able to be stretched and compressed. Not quite painlessly, but it causes no lasting damage.”

“So we could make him into any shape we want?” Kurt asked, watching Blaine sit up.

“Absolutely.”

“Great!” Kurt walked over to Blaine and pushed down on his head. Blaine’s neck collapsed in on itself as his head was pressed in.

“What are you doing to him?” Sebastian asked.

“I want to have a ball,” was the reply as Kurt wrapped Blaine’s legs and arms around his torso before squeezing his shoulders in.

It hurt Blaine terribly to be squeezed and forced into a new shape, but he’d already begun to grow used to the feeling and could only moan behind his closed lips.

“Well,” Kurt said at last, “I was aiming for volleyball, but I guess a nice football will do.”

Blaine could just barely look around and see that Kurt was able to hold him in one hand as he was now barely a foot long.

“How did you make him into a perfect regulation size football?” Sebastian asked.

“I’m not that unfamiliar with them,” Kurt replied. “Hey, go long!” He poised and tossed Blaine to Sebastian who caught him.

“Nice throw!” he said and gave Blaine a little squeeze. “You know, I’ll say it, you look dainty, but you know how to handle yourself.” He threw Blaine back to Kurt.

“Just my body type, I work out,” Kurt admitted, catching Blaine. He tossed his molded boyfriend back to Sebastian before pulling up his shirt.

“Well, you’re not a ripped stud,” Sebastian said, “but you got some definition. Nice work.” He tossed Blaine back.

“Thanks, man!” Kurt replied as he caught Blaine. “So, how do we change him back?”

“Just give him a little pull between your hands, he should pop right back.”

Kurt held one end of Blaine in one hand and the other end in the other hand and with a little pull, his boyfriend sprang back to his normal size and shape and lay on the floor, panting.

“Guys, please,” Blaine gasped. “I’ve done enough, don’t you think?”

“Nope,” chuckled Sebastian and held up a white plastic box that had a lens that looked rather like a camera. Pressing a button a beam of light hit Blaine and he vanished.

“Whoa, where’d he go?” Kurt asked.

“He’s being processed, don’t worry,” Sebastian said. He turned on a large television on the wall to reveal it was set to a gaming console with a bar that read “processing” nearing a 100 percent status. As soon as it was done, Blaine appeared on the screen, a photo-realistic character available for play.

“Guys!” his voice came over the speakers. “What did you do to me?”

“You’ve been turned into a video game character,” Sebastian said. “We had this idea that it could be a useful way to imprison criminals and fight battles to turn them into digital people instead of physically harming them. The government didn’t want it for possible human rights violations and paid a couple billion to keep it secret. So, we reworked it so you can play video games with your friends by turning your friends into the playable characters.”

“That no one’s picking up,” observed Kurt.

“Yeah, no one wants to deal with the possibility of someone getting deleted, corrupted or lost due to a power failure or something.”

“WHAT?” shrieked Blaine.

“Let’s get him some clothes, shall we?” Sebastian asked and zapped Blaine’s clothes in the corner. They instantly vanished and appeared on him on the screen.

“Hey, what if you digitized him into Photoshop?” suggested Kurt. “We could make anything bigger.”

“Oh, they didn’t set it up for that,” Sebastian said sadly. “Nice idea, though, I’ll contact the developers.”

“IS THERE A WAY TO GET ME OUT OF HERE?” demanded Blaine.

“Let’s play a game, shall we?” asked Sebastian, taking out two controllers and handing one to Kurt.

He pressed “START” and the screen went to black for a moment before fading into an arena where Blaine stood in one half, and in the other half stood a huge, hulk of a man with a blank expression. Obviously, this was just a simple playable character.

“Okay, you can control Blaine,” Sebastian said. “Just a warning, I won’t go easy on him.”

Blaine screamed as he felt himself running toward the man and then clenching his fists, swinging wildly and jumping at the man, who cowered, then delivered a huge punch that sent Blaine flying to near the edge of the arena.

Blaine then felt himself rise to his feet and began running again, realizing that his opponent was moving towards him. He took a swing, but POW! The opponent sent him flying out of the arena. Blaine felt himself falling… and then found himself standing back on the arena.

“Best out of three?” Sebastian asked.

“Sure.”

Needless to say, Sebastian won those rounds.

“Not even beginner’s luck with this thing,” Kurt chuckled.

“To be fair, I did pick a pretty powerful character,” admitted Sebastian. “Want me to pick something else or move on?”

“Move on.”

“Very well.”

With that, Sebastian pressed a button on the controller and with a ZAP! Blaine disappeared from the screen and reappeared in the room.

Blaine felt himself.

“Oh, thank goodness,” Blaine gasped. “I’m me again! Okay… this has been really fun guys, but, I think we’ve really…”

“Hey, relax,” Sebastian said. He pulled a panel down from the wall, revealing a platform nearly like a pull-down bed. “Lie down a sec, you’ve been through a lot. Handled it like a trooper.”

Blaine blinked. Sebastian was being nice? Well… What else COULD he do to him now? He’d just been transformed back from being digital data. A half hour ago, he didn’t even think that was possible.

With a sigh he sat down on the platform.

“No, I insist, lie down,” Sebastian said and pushed him down and suddenly, pulled a strap around Blaine.

I should have known, Blaine thought.

“See you on the other side, buddy.”

He tapped a button on the platform and Blaine realized he’d been strapped to a conveyor belt as he was carried into a dark chamber. Suddenly, it stopped and all at once, Blaine felt his body being pressed from all sides. By this time, he was already getting used to feeling his body compressed and gritted his teeth.

After a few minutes, the pressure went off and Blaine felt that he’d been compacted into some smaller size. The conveyor belt went in
reverse and carried him back out.

“Yeah, it’s a design for a garbage compactor that no one wants to run with,” Blaine heard Sebastian explain. “They figure that if it carries garbage to be compacted into a cube, why not just take it to a disposal area? And a lot of houses aren’t built for installing it.”

“Hey, there’s Blaine!” called Kurt and unstrapped the now cubed Blaine from the belt. “Wow, he’s so small!”

Blaine was now only about a couple feet high and wide on each side, his face flattened and pressed against one side and the rest of his body compressed into the rest.

Kurt lifted Blaine and smirked.

“I’ve got a paperweight for a boyfriend.”

Sebastian unveiled another machine in the corner.. It reminded Kurt of a water tank, except it was square instead of round and instead of a water tank, there was a square metal vat with a platform at the top. On the front was a spigot that had a small glass bottle directly underneath it.

“And we can compress him even further,” Sebastian said with a smile.

Blaine did his best to shudder. He was already pretty compressed. He didn’t think he could take anymore. But that’s exactly what happened as Kurt put him in the vat. He was soon being squeezed and forced into a tube.

I bet this is what spaghetti must feel like, he thought.

He felt his feet hit something hard. Slowly, he felt his body cover itself and he was soon able to see the room from behind glass. But he seemed so small! Well, to be fair, he was now compressed inside an eight-inch bottle.

“Guess he’s not a genie in a bottle now,” Kurt said as he lifted the bottle. There was a good bit of weight to it, but he was able to easily carry it with one hand. “Even if I rub it the right way.”

Sebastian smiled. “I’m sure you know how to do that.”

Kurt laughed.

“So, Spin the Bottle?” Sebastian asked.

“Yeah, sure.” Kurt said and the two sat down on the floor, the bottle containing Blaine lying on its side between them. “Who goes first?”

“Better be you, you’re the guest.”

Kurt gave the bottle a spin and Blaine nearly felt dizzy as he watched the room spin around him.

“Oh wow, look at that,” Sebastian commented. “Looks like you have to kiss me.”
Kurt smiled. “Funny how that worked out.” He set Blaine on the coffee table, facing them and then pulled Sebastian onto the sofa before making his lips meet Sebastian’s.

Great, thought Blaine.

They didn’t stop. In fact, Sebastian went in for it. Then, Kurt slid his tongue into Sebastian’s mouth as they began to kiss more passionately and rubbing each other’s shoulders, backs and chests.
Oh my god…

Blaine didn’t know how long it was before the two young men finished making out in front of him. He had to admit, they were pretty sexy. That just made it worse. What if Kurt decided to leave him for Sebastian?

“Mmm, guess it’s time to let him go,” Sebastian said and reached for Blaine. He grabbed the bottle and smacked it hard against the coffee table, shattering it.

It was a rush as Blaine suddenly resumed his normal human form, and a huge relief.

“So, have you learned your lesson?” asked Sebastian with a smile.

“I get it,” Blaine said. “Seeing someone you love give something you thought they were going to share only with you to someone else… it hurts.”

“Hey, now we’re getting somewhere!” Kurt exclaimed with a smile. “It’s awfully big of you to finally say it.”
Blaine put his arms around Kurt and kissed his cheek.

“I never, ever want to hurt you again.”

“Thanks.”

The two shared an embrace before they sat down on the couch.

“You seem pretty stressed out,” Sebastian said to Blaine. “Try some of this gum, it’ll help you relax.”

He dropped a silver-foil wrapped stick of gum in Blaine’s hand.

“This isn’t some nicotine thing, is it?”

“Of course not, it’s fruit-flavored.”

“Ah, okay.”

Blaine unwrapped the gum and stuck it in his mouth and began chewing. He put his head on Kurt’s shoulder.

“So, do you forgive me?” Blaine asked.

“We’re getting there,” was the reply. Kurt began rubbing Blaine’s belly.

“I’m just glad it’s over,” Blaine continued, closing his eyes. “Getting squeezed and compressed and digitized like that sure takes a lot out of you.”

Suddenly, he felt his belly rumble.

“Whoa,” he said, opening his eyes. “I didn’t think I was so hungry…”

And that’s when he saw his arm had turned blue, with just a tinge of purple.

“What is going on here?” he asked as he felt his shirt grow tight before RIP! It tore off as his belly grew larger and rounder. His pants soon tore off as well and Blaine saw he was now in a blue singlet.

“Looking good, Blaine!” Sebastian called and pulled him away from the couch.

“What’s happening to me?” Blaine asked as he felt his butt, his thighs and his biceps swell up along with his chest.

Sebastian and Kurt began tickling Blaine’s feet with long feathers.

Oompa loompa doompa dee doo,

They sang,

Look at Blaine all round and blue,

After all of that squishy fun,

What’d you expect when you got that gum?

Now you’re full of juice and can’t get away,

We’ll treat you well if you just stay

But if you roll away to make it stop

We’re afraid that you’ll go pop!

And we wouldn’t like the look of it.

Oompa loompa doompa dee dun,

Stick with us and we’ll have some fun,

You may even enjoy it too

Like the oompa loompa doompa dee do!

Blaine couldn’t help but laugh from all the tickling with the feathers, but he was concerned over how he was still growing. About this time, his neck and arms and legs had nearly disappeared into his massive round body. Still, the laughing was stifling, he could barely breathe. His laughter turned hoarse as he began to wheeze and gasp.

“Hold on,” Kurt protested, “we’re supposed to play around, not actually hurt him.”

“Fine,” Sebastian replied. “He’s big enough to roll anyway.”

They began to roll him around and spun him around like a large ball, Blaine grunted as he was forced to move as he rolled easily.

“Mmm, what a juicy butt,” chuckled Kurt as he rubbed Blaine’s huge backside. He let his hand glide over his boyfriend’s nearly spherical body.

Blaine moaned as his body was extra sensitive with how swollen it was.

“You know,” Kurt continued as he felt Blaine’s rounded out chest and groin, “I never thought I’d like this with him being so huge… but I love it. I’d happily keep him like this forever. Big, blue, beautiful, and my personal helpless plaything.”

“Huh, blueberry boy toy,” Sebastian muttered. “I wonder if that could be marketed.”

“What are you going to do to me?” Blaine asked as they began rolling him again.

“Well, despite Kurt’s wish to keep you like this, we got to get all that juice out of you.”

“Juice?”

“Of course. That gum has a weird effect of making you secrete blueberry juice inside your body rather than outside of it. Just a few minutes of chewing does it. So it turns you that color, makes you swell up until you hit your limit, then pow! A pretty nasty end.”

“So what do you do to stop it?” Blaine asked before realizing they were rolling him to a large machine that featured a reclining seat, a tank, and several needles that looked like they were hooked up to empty IV bags.

“What is that?” Blaine asked.

“The juicing machine,” Sebastian replied.

In a few moments, Blaine was strapped by his wrists and ankles to the machine and Sebastian activated it. The needles descended. Blaine gasped as they pierced his skin on his arms, his belly and his thighs. Blue liquid began to be drawn from him into the IV bags and into the tank.

“Well, sorry to say,” Sebastian commented with a smirk, “but Kurt, Blaine is really stuck up.”

“Shut up already,” sighed Blaine before he realized that he had grown a little smaller. The process was drawing the juice out of him and returning him to his former size and shape, slowly but surely.

In about half an hour, Blaine was no longer inflated and was back to his usual trim body, just it was now colored blue.

“Oh good, you can shut it off now,” sighed Blaine.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” replied Kurt.

“Come on, I’m back to normal,” Blaine replied. “Well, as normal as I can be right now.”

Sebastian shut the machine off and Blaine waited for them to free him.

“Guys, come on, it’s over isn’t it?”

That’s when he felt his belly balloon out again.

“I’m still swelling up?”

“Yeah,” Kurt admitted with a smirk.

“It doesn’t wear off, it just keeps up,” Sebastian added.

“Well, turn it back on!” Blaine demanded and soon, the machine was drawing more juice out of him. “There’s gotta be some way to stop it!”

“Of course,” Sebastian said. “Blaine, you come around, looking somewhere between a snack and full meal, you think I’d want to ruin that if I have a shot at getting that for myself? Of course not, everything I’ve done to you today is completely reversible.”

“Great! Reverse this, please!”

“Well, that’s the thing… I can’t.”

“But I can,” Kurt added and held up a large pill. “This is the antidote, it stops the blueberry juice from replicating inside you and with a proper hydration regimen, the blue color should wash away in a day or two.”

“Great! Give it to me!”

“Hmm… Well… I’m starting to come around to the idea of totally forgiving you,” Kurt said with a mischievous smirk on his face. “So yeah, I’ll give it to you in time. Meantime, we gotta collect a lot of Blueberry Blaine juice to make a profit.”

“A profit?”

“Yeah,” Sebastian added, “we can sell this as an organic blueberry juice. I might even make myself a nice batch of blueberry jam.”

“This is messed up,” sighed Blaine.

“You want to know where artificial blueberry flavoring comes from?” Sebastian asked.

“… No…”

“Good. So, I think about a dozen more gallons should do.”

 

It felt like hours later before Kurt finally slipped the large pill inside Blaine’s mouth. The tired, blue-tinted young man chewed it and swallowed and sighed.

“It’s done?” he asked.

“It’s done,” Kurt replied. He kissed Blaine. “Mmm, you actually taste like blueberries.”

“I guess there’s worse things to taste like.”

“Can I get a taste?” Sebastian asked, having just put away the last of the machines.

Kurt glanced to Blaine.

“Uh, sure!” Blaine said with a smile.

Sebastian smirked and stretched the singlet’s shoulder straps, slipping it off of Blaine, leaving him naked.

“Wow,” Kurt said after a moment. “Blue really suits you. Like… it highlights your best parts.”

Blaine chuckled. “Really?”

Instead of an answer, he felt a euphoric rush of pleasure as Kurt got down on his knees and buried his face in Blaine’s ass, sticking his tongue deep into his anus.

“Fuck,” gasped Blaine.

“I think you know what I meant by a taste now,” Sebastian commented.

“Sure, go for it!” Blaine replied with a smile and in a moment, Sebastian was hungrily licking Blaine’s quickly stiffening cock.

I must be the luckiest guy in the world, he thought. I’m getting personally serviced by two handsome guys.

He was surprised. He wouldn’t expect Kurt to be fine with a threeway, and of all people, especially not with Sebastian Smythe. But it was happening, and there wasn’t much else to do except just enjoy it. And enjoy it he did.

Before long, Sebastian took Blaine’s dick in his mouth and began sucking, his lips puckering and holding onto the shaft as his head bobbed up and down.

“Take it,” Blaine sighed.

He felt Kurt give his butt a little pinch.

“Woo… damn, Kurt, you sure you don’t need to come up for AIR?” he asked as a bit of precum leaked into Sebastian’s mouth.

Kurt pulled out and stroked his boyfriend’s back. “I want to fuck you,” he whispered.

“God yes, fuck me,” Blaine moaned.

“Hold up,” Sebastian said, “if we’re going there, let’s take it to my bedroom.”

The other two agreed and they followed Sebastian to his bedroom, featuring a California king size bed, offering the three plenty of room. Kurt and Sebastian stripped down and soon, Sebastian lay on the bed with Blaine on top of him, thrusting his hard cock into the slim young man’s ass, and Kurt was on top of Blaine, thrusting in him.

Of course, the young men were very worked up and before long, they came in short succession, Kurt inside of Blaine, Blaine inside of Sebastian and Sebastian onto his bed.

“Guess we’ll have to change the sheets,” Sebastian said as they pulled out.

Blaine chuckled, noting his blue-tinted cum dripping out of their host.

“I wonder if it’s blueberry flavored too?” he wondered aloud.

Kurt grinned. “Guess we’ll have to see.”