“Good morning, darling.”

Kurt sighed and put the phone back down. “Must be a wrong number.” He walked over to his vanity and put his hair back with his headband to start his moisturizing routine. The phone vibrated again and he stared at it for a second before lunging and scrabbling to open the message.

“Oh come on, Kurt. You don’t wanna talk to me?”

Kurt took a shaky breath.

“Who is this?” he quickly typed back. He didn’t wait long for the reply.

“You’re going to have to work for that answer dear. Tell me, where are you? Still in bed under the covers?”

Kurt shivered and threw his phone onto his pillow, crawling to the opposite end of his bed. He stared at it, wide eyed and chest heaving with fear. The phone once again vibrated and he tensed. He quickly grabbed the phone.

“Don’t keep me waiting, Kurt.”

Kurt let out a whoosh of air and his whole body flushed. He felt his body shake and a strange tension in his stomach. Ashamed of his reaction but yearning to have more he responded.

“No, I’m not.”

He rubbed the muscles between his neck and shoulder, trying to rub out the anxious tension while he waited for a reply. “What am I doing? I shouldn’t be doing this. This is bad.” His breathing became short and he couldn’t tell if it was from fear or from arousal. “Maybe a bit of both,” he thought as he felt the phone vibrate on his leg where it rested.

“Well get there now, Hummel. Take off any pieces of clothing you have on and pull the covers to your arms. Wrap in around you tightly. Keep your arms out from underneath the blanket and keep your hands on the phone. Have you done what I said?”

Kurt’s eyes widened as he found his body doing what the words had spelled out so carefully before his mind had a chance to react.

“Yes.”

He kept both hands on the phone as he eargerly and
fearfully waited for the next message.

“Good boy. I bet you’ve never done this before, have you? I bet you’ve hardly even touched yourself before, have you? No too sweet and innocent for that, aren’t you? Tell me, Kurt. How many times?”

Kurt didn’t try to act like he didn’t understand.

“Twice”

“Hm. By the end of this I’m going to have you cumming harder than you ever have before. One rule, baby. Your hands never leave the phone. You don’t get to touch yourself. Is that clear?”

Kurt moaned before he could stop himself and quickly replied.

“Very.”

“Close your eyes Kurt. Feel that blanket? It’s touching the tip of your dick isn’t it? That’s hard you are, aren’t you?”

Kurt bucked into the tight cocoon of the blanket and felt the soft friction it gave him. He started to rock in a rhythm.

“Stop that, Kurt. One rub against that blanket is all you get.”

Kurt looked out the window, wildly. Whoever this was could see him! His breathing became even more laboured and he tried to pull himself free. He felt the phone vibrate again and froze.

“Stay in that blanket or I’ll come fuck you against the wall, do you understand me?”

Kurt’s back arched of it’s own accord and he nodded. The next message came a just a second later.

“Say it.”

Kurt tried to get his breathing to even out and tried to ignore that he was so hard it hurt.

“Yes.”

The reply was almost instantanious.

“Yes, sir.”

Kurt moaned and rocked again, his legs spreading on instinct.
“Yes, sir.”

He turned to look out the window, trying to find how he could possibly see him. The next message seemed to take a lifetime and he fought to still his body.

“Close your eyes and fuck that blanket like you were inside of me. And make it good, Kurt. Remember I’m enjoying the show.”

Kurt closed his eyes and set an easy tempo to his thrusts into the blanket, only faultering every now and then with the shivers of how this felt. With his eyes closed the air from the ceiling fan felt like a cool breath on his neck and he arched into it. He felt the phone vibrate again and looked at the screen with glossy eyes.

“Cum.”

For the first time since the whole thing started Kurt dropped the phone and clung to the sheets for dear life, his eyes rolling back and his back arching. He moaned as he felt the sticky heat of himself confined in the wrap, panting as his lungs seemed to spasm. When his heartbeat calmed to an almost normal beat he somehow managed to once again turn his head to the window, but could see nothing. He heard the phone vibrate against the floor where it had landed.

“See ya’ around, Kurt.”

Kurt’s fingurs flew across the keyboard.

“Wait! Who are you? What’s your name?”

Kurt waited, still wrapped in the blanket and covered in his own cum, but the answer never came.