"Please."
"No."
"Please, Sir."
"No."
It was hard to resist Blaine begging on his knees, but Kurt had some experience in this by now and knew how to withstand the puppy dog eyes and submissive posture. He had a plan that unfortunately limited him to one orgasm a day, and he wouldn't depart from that no matter how nicely Blaine begged to be allowed to blow him. Besides, he had overslept a little, and he was eager to go to work so that he could come back. So,
"Stand up, pet," he commanded firmly and smiled when Blaine pouted but obeyed. If he pouted he wasn't too subby and would probably be fine without Kurt during the day, especially with the little things Kurt had planned to help him.
"I think we need to...dampen your enthusiasm a little," he said, producing a chastity cage that was designed for longer use. He particularly liked how it looked, with bars like a real cage that allowed cleaning and urinating, but no real touching. He gently put it on Blaine's half-hard cock, using a finger to touch the heated flesh through the bars, making Blaine gulp.
"Text me for permission if you need it off for some reason. Same goes for this," he said, showing Blaine a plug that would be comfortable enough but certainly hard to ignore. He lubed it up and pushed it inside Blaine and then patted his ass for farewell.
"To keep you open for me. For as soon as I get home, you'll get fucked," he said matter-of-factly, kissed Blaine goodbye, and went to work.
…...
Save from a direct command, nothing would make Blaine admit that he secretly loved being put in chastity. It wasn't necessary, of course, since he wouldn't touch himself without permission, but the thought of Kurt controlling him in that way, putting him into a cage he alone had the key to, never failed to blow his mind. And as he was required to be naked all day, he couldn't help but look down on himself every now and...well, quite often, to be honest. His cock twitched whenever he did, and the irony of it made him grin while at the same time his desperation to be touched, to be fucked and owned, grew to be almost unbearable. He couldn't wait until tonight, when Kurt would fulfill his promise. He was under no illusions that he would be allowed to come, there were still - no, he'd rather not count the days. But while he had enjoyed serving Kurt, and they had cuddled a lot, he missed bring taken in that way, even if it made not coming that much more difficult.
He went to sleep for a few more hours after Kurt was gone, spreading out on the bed with his nose in Kurt's pillow, reveling in the feeling of almost unlimited sleep that he never got when he was working.
Then he had breakfast and did his chores, frequently interrupted by in turns making sure that none of the neighbors could see him, and looking down on himself. Kurt would, he thought, really like how he looked, and maybe he could persuade him to let him wear chastity more often, or maybe...even permanently. Except of course when Kurt wanted access to his cock.
Around early afternoon, his mom finally called him back. He had tried to reach her several times over the last week, excluding the weekend because he wanted some private time with her. She wanted to Skype, so he sat down at the table with his laptop, careful not to let her see he was naked.
Still, her first words were,
"You're not wearing a shirt."
"It's a thousand degrees in here," he said, blushing. "Something with the heating."
It wasn't exactly a lie, except the temperature was intentional so he would be comfortable naked.
"I can go put on a shirt," he offered. There was no time to text Kurt for permission, but he would risk punishment rather than make his mom uncomfortable.
But she said, "Not necessary, it's nothing I haven't seen before."
He was so glad she couldn't see the rest of him. He smiled, probably a little awkwardly, and she continued.
"So, you made me worry quite a bit to be calling me so often. Nothing has happened, has it?"
"I, worry you?" he said. "What have you been doing last week that you couldn't even find the time to answer your phone?"
She had sent a text at some point, so at least he hadn't thought she had died.
"Ethan took me rock climbing. It was a lot of fun. I only fell once."
"You only fell...Mom, didn't we talk about this? I thought you promised no rock climbing?"
"I never promised. And, well, I did try skydiving, but I got dizzy. Turns out, great heights aren't my thing. But rock climbing was fine."
Blaine nodded, taking a deep breath. "You know, maybe it's better you don't tell me too much of what you're doing? Only the harmless things."
"Rock climbing is harmless, Blaine."
He just shook his head to that. He knew opinions on that could differ greatly; he was friends with a guy whose idea of fun was getting whipped within an inch of his life, and he himself had certainly done things that others would think less than safe. He shrugged. His mom, with years of experience in reading his gestures and facial expressions, rightly interpreted that shrug as admitting defeat, and smiled at him.
"Now, what do you want to tell me so much you called ten times in a single week, when most of the time it's about the other way round?"
"Hey, that's not true!" he protested. They had talked on the phone or Skyped a lot of times since her accident, often together with Kurt, though they hadn't had managed another visit.
"Also," he said, "it's less something I want to tell you than something I want to ask you. Although it's kind of going together with sort of an announcement."
They talked until much later. Blaine put on a shirt and even shorts relatively soon, because he found it was, after all, making him uncomfortable to talk to his mom while wearing nothing but a cock cage. Not that she knew about that. Kurt would understand, he was sure, and if he was very, very lucky, he might get a spanking out of it.
He ended their call rather abruptly when Kurt texted him to say he was on his way home. He looked around quickly to see if everything was done that had to be done, and then undressed and got into position by the door, where he had barely been kneeling for five minutes when he heard the sound of the keys. His submissive headspace had gone away while he was talking to his mom, but it came back now as he looked up at Kurt standing over him, and remembered what was to follow.
He confessed to having worn clothes during the day, and he got spanked for it, and fucked afterwards. And though he had trouble falling asleep as he waited for his cock to stop trying to break open the bars of the cage, and had trouble speaking coherent words apart from "thank you" and "love you", he snuggled deep into Kurt's arms and was happy.
…...
At ten o'clock on Tuesday, Kurt firmly closed the door to his office after telling everybody he was not to be disturbed. He sat down behind his desk and took out his phone, but hesitated before dialing, shaking his head at himself. He couldn't quite believe he was going to do this. He had toyed with the thought before, but had never acted on it, telling himself there was time, that there was no rush. But increasingly, whenever he thought this, it was followed by the thought of, "why wait?"
And yesterday, while he had held Blaine in his arms, who in an incoherent, sleepy way had promised eternal love and devotion, he had wanted to promise him the same.
He and Blaine were not immune to the mundane. They were living together, and most of the time their days were filled with taking care of everyday things, paying the bills, taking out the trash, whatever came up. They talked about everyday things, and sometimes they were too tired to talk much at all.
He had initiated this week partly to get them away from everyday things. And yesterday evening, after spanking Blaine for putting on clothes - or not really, as he completely understood he hadn't wanted to be naked while on the phone with his mom, but rather because they both wanted it - and then fucking him the way he had longed for all week, when he had held him in his arms, sweaty and covered in come and absolutely content with himself and the world, he had once more been hit by the realization how completely in love he was with that man. The feeling had been so intense it had brought tears to his eyes, and he had pulled Blaine closer and kissed his head, and made a decision.
He was somewhat less determined this morning. His hands trembled a little when he finally started to dial, and he firmly told himself that he wanted this, that it wasn't too early, and even if it turned out to be, this was nothing definite, it was just...testing the waters.
He smiled as he heard the voice of Blaine's mom.
"Hi, Pam," he said.
"Something must be going on if both of you boys call me in two days," she said, laughing.
"So it was you Blaine was talking to!" Kurt said. Blaine had been vague about it, had just said he had been on the phone, but now Kurt understood even better why he hadn't wanted to be naked. Pam was probably able to see it through the telephone line, or somehow sense it from the way they were speaking.
"Everything's okay, I promise," he said. "How have you been?"
"Great, as always," she said. "I was rock climbing."
"Rock climbing! Have you told Blaine? Is he okay?"
Pam laughed. "I think he almost peed his pants, but he got over it. Now, my kickboxing class starts in a bit, so I don't have too much time to chat. What's up?"
That was the moment. He had kind of hoped to stall a bit, make small talk, but maybe it was just as well. He took a deep breath.
"I want to ask Blaine to marry me," he said.