A/N: Okay this is short as hell but in my defence I've been sick. I slept for twenty fucking hours today and my bones hurt
I don't have much more to say so enjoy!!
Frank drummed his fingers nervously on his thigh as he listened to the dull ring of his mobile. He'd finally worked up the courage and called a sex-line, having talked to a nice sounding woman who'd asked him a few questions before patching him through to a worker with a promise that he'd be informed of all of his preferences.
"Hey, princess," a sultry voice finally spoke.
Frank froze up slightly, his voice small and nervous when he finally responded, "H- Hey."
"So," the voice crooned, "Your name's Frank, huh?" Frank made a small noise of confirmation, "You can call me Gee," the voice on the end of the line spoke.
Frank responded with just another small noise, suddenly finding himself void of all ability to speak.
"Don't be nervous, princess," Gee spoke softly, "I'm gonna take care of you. Tell me what you want."
"I want you to praise me," Frank spoke quietly, his voice laced with anxiety.
"Well then, you gonna be a good boy for me, Frankie?"
Frank moaned softly, keening as he felt the praise go directly to his dick.
"Touch yourself for me, Frankie. Let me hear what a good boy you can be."
Whining softly, Frank lowered his free hand down to his pajama pants, bucking his hips up as he skated his hand softly over his clothed cock. He worked a hand into his pants, moaning as he gripped his semi.
"Such a good boy, letting me hear your moans like a good little slut," Gee spoke, his voice having dropped an octave or so, "I know you're just a desperate whore, need someone bossing you around just to get off."
"Please," Frank moaned, his hand speeding up as he neared his release, the sultry voice of the stranger on the other side of the phone having almost pushed him over the edge.
"You gonna come, Frankie? You gonna be a good whore and do as I say?"
"Fuck- Anything for you," Frank whined, his inner submissive keening at the attention.
Another "good boy" from Gee was all it took to push Frank over the edge. He bucked his hips up, his breath hitching as he came over his hand.
