New story! Each chap is gonna be circa 1,000 words, short and sweet :) Bare with me...it gets better. I think :)

Warnings: dub-con, multiple partners, abuse (don't worry it's not detailed), barebacking

Stepping Stones

Chapter One: The Bad Touch

It was always the screaming that drew him to the window. Kurt pressed his nose against the glass pane, staring out longingly at the laughing, joyous children chasing each other in the play park across the street. They were playing a game of Tag, or maybe it was Hide-and-Seek when he saw one of the children stoop down behind the slide.

The desire to open the window, jump down three stories and join the playing children was stronger in his stomach than the other days. Sometimes, if he closed his eyes tight enough, he could imagine himself doing just that. But then he thought of how much different he was than they; that instead of playing with him they might avoid him like the plague or an alien. These thoughts brought Kurt back to reality and made him believe what his father said: the outside world was too dangerous for an innocent boy like him. This was why he couldn't leave.

Nonetheless, he still tortured himself by staring at them whenever he got a reprieve. Something about them inspired him and compelled him towards their childish nature. Their energy took the form of vibrant, dancing colors in a dreary, cold room. Every laugh and scream and cry reminded him of when he used to go to middle school not because he enjoyed learning, but because he knew all his friends were there. He was too old for middle school now. He was fifteen and although he had missed two years already from high school, he couldn't quell his anticipation when he thought of getting the opportunity to go.

"Get back in bed," a rough voice murmured. His time was up. With a lingering glance, he forcefully turned away from the vibrancy and towards the large naked form in his bed flapping his arm around for Kurt's body. He didn't like this one; not that he liked the others either but this one was worse. His punishments were too harsh, his commands too severe and he spanked even harder when Kurt said the safe word. He went to the bed quickly though, not wanting to disobey, and eased himself onto the satin sheets. Immediately, an arm packed tight with muscles wrapped around his middle and crushed him to the body behind him. After he was tucked in, the same hand starting wandering Kurt's body with the palm large enough to cover almost half of his chest. His effort to wriggle away from the hardening cock pressing against his ass was futile.

He closed his eyes as he was roughly shoved onto his back. His legs were hoisted up onto the man's shoulders and then calloused hands gripped his waist, the fingers digging into the bruises already there. Kurt bit his lip to keep from crying out. It was always better to close his eyes so he could pretend nothing was going on with his body. The moist, blunt head of the man's cock pressed against Kurt's anus and then he thrust forward, burying himself completely in Kurt.

The scream bubbled up and before he could stop it, it just came out. He instantly clamped his hand on his mouth and looked up, frightened, at the commanding man above him. The man's eyes were closed, his face contorted in pleasure and luckily, the feeling of being buried inside Kurt distracted him from the scream. He wasn't supposed to make a sound because it would mean he disobeyed a command. And disobeying commands lead to penalties.

The thrusting started and with each push, Kurt's small body was shoved up which caused his head to hit the headboard. The bed squeaked with their movement. He gripped the sheets and shut his eyes even tighter, desperately trying to escape the confines of his mind. If he relaxed and let his mind wander, he could break down the walls, disassociate himself with what was happening and run away to paradise. In paradise, his mother hadn't died, his dad's store hadn't burnt down and they weren't in this position. They had money, were living happily in a blue two-story house with white trim and Kurt had a lot of friends in high school.

Selfish the voice whispered to him. Always his saving grace – or maybe it was his pitfall. The Voice constantly reminded him of his ultimate duty. He had to take care of his father as his mother had done. Andy was a quick-tempered, irrational man who forgot important appointments but always remembered to invite his friends over to watch the Eagles play whatever team. It was Kurt's job to take over with his mom's absence and this was his way of repaying his father for putting bread on the table and giving him shelter for the last fifteen years. Sacrifice was necessary if he wanted to keep the family together. Because if he didn't his father would leave and if he did, Kurt would be alone. More than anything, he was terrified of being alone. Andy, Kurt suspected, was afraid of being alone too. No matter what retrospect they took it from, they couldn't abandon each other.

Always be selfless. Abnegation is key. Those were his mother's words, the one lesson Kurt would always remember and the Voice never failed to repeat. The meaning was probably warped now, distorted and disfigured when Kurt's mind shattered but it was always impossible to disobey. Even if he went through three to four men a day of varying personalities and structures, he was always to remain selfless, to put others – namely his father – first, above anything, and everything else after.

On the bright side, his birthday was tomorrow and he'd be sixteen. He would most definitely get the day off from servicing and even a three-course meal! How much better can it get? His father would praise him for his good work for the past year and encourage him to hope more of them getting out of this dingy apartment for good. Kurt always thought of the future, of where he would be ten years from now. When he was thirteen and had first started out servicing, he had dreamt of where he would be a year from then. Three years later and he was in the same position. From then on, he knew he should be more humble and try not to expect too much out of things. He had to take it slow and steady and understand that good things came to people who wait and had a lot of patience. The more patience he had, he believed, the greater the outcome of his endeavors.

All his thinking and mind-wandering lasted until the man came inside Kurt with a raucous shout. He was wearing a condom, of course, but sometimes they were stubborn and refused to put one on. They were always bigger and stronger than him so forcing Kurt into submission was no big deal. He would tell his father after but Andy knew about as much as Kurt did in what to do about the situation. Both of them treated it as nothing and eventually, it became nothing.

The man fell atop Kurt then with a groan rolled over onto his side. He dragged Kurt's body towards him again, bunching up the sheets and rested his chin on Kurt's shoulder. Hot air blew on his ear but it barely registered. Some of them liked to cuddle although why they couldn't find a real lover instead of a substitute like him, he would never know. Nevertheless, tomorrow was his birthday and as the thought settled in, excitement flared through his body. His whole body thrummed in anticipation. Andy might even buy him that twenty-dollar sweater he saw online! He couldn't wait and soon enough, the day's work was enough to knock him out for the rest of the evening until five minutes before his next customer, Andy came to wake him up so he could get ready.