Blaine’s a submissive, the world is round. Two simple facts, but one is a lot harder to understand than the other. After 16 years of living a free life, Blaine is no longer considered human.
Directly after this discovery, he is sent off to the Organisation of Submissive Ownership to be trained as the best slave money can buy. Blaine finds himself amidst a new life with different expectations and harsh masters, and he does his best to cope... but at what costs to himself?
In a society where beating, torturing and raping submissives are the norm, it's hard to remember who you really are. But by playing the game, every passing second cuts away more of your sanity... until there's none left to hold on to.
Or: The dark slavery AU we are all too scared to ask for.
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This is a dark fic, so please take note of the tags and warnings.
Can be read without being part of the glee fandom
Bookmarked by bahretmcd24
02 Dec 2017
He was taught that his purpose was to please his Alpha, be mated and be the perfect mate and if he didn’t, the consequences could be very painful.
Voices echoed down the hall behind them. The dom broke into a run and Dean clung to him. He kicked the front door open and they burst outside into the cool night air.
“Which vehicle is yours?” he asked.
“Black one,” said Dean. He pointed to the black Chevy Impala parked nearby.
Dean fumbled through the pile of clothes in his lap and retrieved his keys. The dom set him down gently and Dean clutched his belongings to his chest. He opened the door for Dean, then hurried to the driver’s side and got behind the wheel. Dean didn’t protest.
Crowley was already to the front door of the building, flanked by Alastair and God only knew whom else.
The impala roared to life and the dom threw it into reverse and hit the gas. They sped backwards out of the driveway until they hit the main road. The dom threw the car into drive without stopping.
They made it. Dean twisted around in his seat and watched the roof of that terrible place fade away behind the trees. He turned back around and slumped down into his seat. “I don’t even know your name,” he said.
“Castiel,” he answered. “Cas for short.”
Dean nodded. “Thanks, Cas. I owe you.”
This series contains variations on non-con/dub-con scenarios, most of which involve abduction and/or imprisonment of one form or another.