Blaine sat in the subway and had to move his bag from down between his feet to up on his lap as he read the email Kurt had sent him. It was the Friday before spring break, and the email included detailed instructions and an outline on how the next week would go. It didn't include some sort of greeting or goodbye, and of course also no 'by your leave' or 'if you'd like' or anything of that kind. It had Blaine squirming in his seat and clutching his phone as he read it again and again.
Tina had left rather quickly after Kurt's little...instruction in dirty talk, which was good because Blaine had hardly been able to wait until he had heard the door click shut before he had practically torn Kurt's clothes off and swallowed him whole, all without rising from his knees. It was sometimes hard to reconcile subbiness and a need so urgent it could not wait for a Dom's convenience, but nothing was impossible with a little imagination. And it wasn't as if Kurt had protested; after a moment of surprise he had participated enthusiastically.
Tina had called the next day, and they had gone on a double date with her and Mike, the quiet but nice young man who would potentially be the one to suffer when Tina decided to enact Blaine's suggestions.
So Blaine knew their friendship was intact, despite what Kurt had told him about the absurd idea Tina had come to him for. He'd laughed through Kurt's jealous indignation at the memory until Kurt had laughed with him, and he'd been able to persuade him to lay the whole thing to rest and start anew. At their date, Kurt had actually spent some time talking to Tina about fashion, while Mike had nodded as Blaine told him about a dance he was teaching his students. It had been a nice evening.
And now he was sitting in a crowded subway carriage, hiding a boner under his bag and constantly fearing he'd have to rise and offer his seat to some old lady. It should have been embarrassing, and it was, but he felt the well-known, slightly nervous anticipation grow inside him the closer he got to his stop, and was happy.
Sometimes, life could be pretty good.
Kurt's instructions were simple and thorough. Blaine wouldn't be wearing clothes except of course when he had to go out. He would sleep in in the mornings and then do his chores, so that he would be ready when Kurt came home in the evening and not too tired to do whatever he asked of him. He would be kneeling beside the door when Kurt came home. He would be plugged or put in chastity at Kurt's discretion.
It would be a week of intense submission. He couldn't wait.
So, when he got home, he quickly did the rest of the dishes, picked up what was lying around, and swept the floor. Then he undressed and put his clothes away, then quickly showered. He had cheated a little, as he was supposed to wear no clothes at all at home, but while he was used to being naked, doing chores in the nude felt weird when Kurt wasn't watching. In his defense, though, it was Friday, and spring break would officially only start tomorrow.
But he knelt by the door when it was time for Kurt to come home, still a little wet from his shower as he had miscalculated slightly and had had no time to get himself completely dry.
Kurt clearly didn't mind.
"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes," he said as he came in, kissed Blaine and flopped down on the couch. He leaned back smiling, and said,
"Now make me dinner."
Blaine had to laugh, but obediently started preparing dinner. He put on an apron for that; he knew Kurt was fond of his front and wouldn't want it burned or otherwise damaged.
After dinner, Kurt put a chair in the middle of the room and told Blaine to sit down. He got some rope and tied Blaine to the chair, arms, legs and torso, so he could barely move at all. Something moved, though, and Blaine accepted with a sigh the first of many erections that would go unsatisfied.
Kurt left him there, bound and immobilized and turned on, and went to clean up the dishes. Blaine watched him bend and stretch to unload and reload the dishwasher, and it didn't do anything to help his condition. He squirmed in his chair and tried to scratch his nose on his shoulder. His erection looked obscene jutting out from between the ropes binding him, and his own sight made it grow even more and a drop of moisture glisten on the tip. Blaine couldn't help but whimper.
At the sound, Kurt turned, finally finished with the dishes.
He grinned when he saw Blaine's condition. He knelt before the chair and took the tip of Blaine's cock in his mouth, sucking once and licking the precum from the slit. Then he rose, leaving Blaine to moan helplessly.
He watched Kurt undress, and the urge to touch became irresistible. He strained against his bonds and finally gripped the edge of his seat so hard his hands hurt. The pain helped ground him so that he could concentrate on watching Kurt, because he was under the impression that watching was the only thing he would be allowed to do today.
When Kurt was finally, gloriously naked, he took his cock in hand and stroked himself. Blaine groaned. He wanted to be the one to do that. Denying him his own orgasm was one thing, but denying him Kurt's, rendering him unable to touch Kurt or even to be in any way used by Kurt, was just cruel.
He whimpered as Kurt strode towards him, still gripping his cock, stroking lightly. He wanted so much to be part of this, to be able to touch, to feel, to taste—but of course, if Kurt used the sight of him, bound, hard and helpless, to get himself off, it wasn't his place to wish for anything else.
But Kurt showed him some small mercy, though after a very short time Blaine wasn't sure if it was mercy or further cruelty.
Kurt straddled Blaine's lap, sitting don on him while still stroking his own cock. He didn't pay any heed to Blaine at all, but of course, as the room on Blaine's lap was rather limited, his cock or his hand brushed Blaine's cock rather often. It felt amazing, too amazing: Blaine remembered much too clearly that he wouldn't be allowed to come any time this week, and though he had no doubt that, though Kurt wouldn't set him up for failure, he'd still tease him and touch him and fuck him so that he's have a hard time obeying. He didn't want to disobey on the first day, especially since he was convinced Kurt would be starting slowly, making the challenges harder each day.
With an effort, he loosened his hands from the edge of the chair and instead clenched them to fists, digging his fingernails deep into his palms.
Kurt was jerking himself slowly, his eyes closed in pleasure. Watching him helped Blaine control himself; though it was incredibly erotic, it reminded him that Kurt's pleasure was important, not his.
But then Kurt dragged his hand over Blaine's cock, slowly and only once, and Blaine had to moan, and then again when he realized what Kurt was doing: gathering the precome that Blaine was dripping constantly, to use as lubrication.
Kurt was stroking himself faster now. Blaine could see he was close to coming, and he bit his lower lip hard to avoid following suit when he finally saw Kurt's face contort in pleasure, heard him cry out, and finally felt hot come hitting his chest and belly.
Kurt slumped against his chest, breathing heavily. Then he kissed Blaine, taking his head in his hands to hold him still to take his kiss, and Blaine did, surrendering to Kurt taking his mouth like he took everything else.
…...
Kurt didn't even allow Blaine to clean up. He himself did, he took a shower and got dressed into pajamas, but Blaine had to stay like he was, hard, naked, wearing only his collar, and splattered with come. He rather liked this look on him, and decided to have him wear it often this week.
Though Blaine would have to change the sheets more often this way.
Kurt grinned to himself. He might be a little mean. But he also had the feeling that Blaine liked him that way.
…...
Saturday was easier, in a way. Blaine quietly floated in and out of subspace the whole day, not really good for anything except clinging to Kurt. He was allowed to shower in the morning, but not to put on clothes, of course. And then, they kind of did nothing the whole day. Blaine loved it. They had movies running in the background of doing nothing, and he could cuddle close to Kurt and feel his touch the whole day without interruptions.
As it got later, Kurt's touch grew more...purposeful. The purpose was, of course, to tease Blaine and remind him that another evening was coming where Blaine would be required to give an orgasm to Kurt without receiving one himself. Kurt's hands wandered everywhere, having free access to Blaine's unclothed body, and soon, Blaine was helplessly moaning and panting under Kurt's ministrations. Then, Kurt would ignore him and pretend to watch the movie for a while until Blaine's breathing was regular again and his erection began to flag, which was the exact moment in which Kurt would start again.
When Blaine was mindlessly begging without exactly knowing for what, Kurt gave in. He stopped teasing Blaine and instead opened his own pants. Their play hadn't left him unaffected, and Blaine's gaze finally found an erection he could do something about.
"What would you have me do, Sir?" he asked when he was finally capable of articulated speech.
"I want your hand," Kurt said.
It was easier than yesterday. He was allowed to give Kurt an orgasm rather than watch him bring himself off, and a handjob wasn't quite as...exciting as yesterday's lap dance had been. Still, Blaine couldn't help but moan when his hand first touched Kurt's cock, and when Kurt finally came, once again spraying Blaine's chest with come, Blaine cried out in sync with him and had to look down on his own rigid, unsatisfied cock to be convinced he hadn't come, too.
He went to bed once again sticky with come that wasn't his, with an erection that probably wouldn't go down for a week.
As Kurt pulled him into his arms, he had an absurd thought that made him laugh.
"Hmm?" Kurt asked, sleepy and satisfied.
"I just thought about what I'll say on the first day of school when we talk about what we did during the holidays."
Kurt chuckled and pulled him closer. "You should probably let the kids do the talking." He kissed his hair. "Go to sleep, pet."
Blaine snuggled as close as he possibly could, and did.