Big Book of Hatsome One Shots

Please Me, Tease Me. (N)

TW: BDSM, Humiliation kink, collar kink, Handcuff Kink, Smut, cross dressing kink, RPS 

Trott had been feeling frustratedly horny for almost a month now. It wasn't that he didn't have great sex, he did, it's just...he had a very different view about sex than Smith and Ross did. He guessed it was time to say something as he was getting increasingly annoyed after each fuck they had, but it was more himself being scared to say something. He trusted them both, he was just conflicted. By the time dinner came around Ross practically pulled Trott and Smith to the kitchen after banning them for a few hours and presented them both with a fantastic chicken korma.
"This is amazing Ross!" Smith a smile, chuckling slightly as he dropped a bit of rice.
"I'll second that, it tastes great." Trott added.
"Thanks!" Ross beamed, "I was kinda scared it would go wrong or it would taste strange-"
"I don't think anything you make could taste bad." Smith complimented.
After that though, Trott spaced out. He really was going to talk to them about possible BDSM but was now a good time? While Ross and Smith chatted away bubbly besides him Trott's mind wandered to what they could do to him if he told them what he liked, how he liked it, how-
"Trott? Trott...Trotttttt?" Ross half shouted, waving a hand in front of Trott's face.
"Hmm? What?" Trott stammered, conscious of the hardness in his pants.
"I said-"
"Give it a sec Ross, Trott, what's up? It's not like you to space out." Smith interjected, laying his knife and fork down on his now empty plate.
"Hmm...just...stuff..."
"What stuff?" Ross asked.
"Well I kind want to- well I mean, talk about- tell you about- jesus, this is embarrassing, we need to talk about... something...." Trott trailed off, his voice turning into a mumbled jumble of words.
"Trott...?" Ross asked, his brow furrowing.
"What do you mean." Smith said, his gaze turning stony.
"No, no, no, I uh," Trott laughed nervously, "it's nothing bad, or maybe, well it's how how you view it I guess..."
"Get to it Trott or we'll be here all day." Ross said with a cautious smile.
"It's..." Trott paused and closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath. "I'm into BDSM."
For a moment there was silence and his voice and the word 'BDSM' seemed to ring in the kitchen until it was stopped by Smith's laugh, and Ross's too a moment after.
"God Trott, such a drama queen!" Smith laughed, causing Trott to look up in confusion.
"If you told us earlier we could, ya know..." Ross trailed off with a sly smile.
"It's embarrassing..." Trott blushed, "but, well, can we uh...ya know?"
"Yes, yes we can Trott." Smith laughed. "Though, I don't really know much about BDSM so you're going to have to be our expert in this."
"I know some stuff," Ross said, "safe words and what not."
"Red, yellow, that's what I usually use." Trott supplied, smiling as he looked to Smith and then Ross.
"I always knew there was something about you being so submissive." Smith winked as Ross laughed. "Let's get down to business."

After they had talked through the basics of BDSM and what Trott liked, what he didn't, Trott found himself trawling though lingerie websites, smiling at the thought of how he would look like in red and black lace, bows and silk, it got his heart racing at the thought of it. He decided to treat himself, Ross and Smith by ordering a red and black strappy cut out demi bra and thong set, making sure the bra was the smallest cup size. In his head he was already going through his, vast, collection of various toys, picking out one that would be best used.
Waiting for his order to arrive was painstaking, 4 days and finally turned up.
"Anything other than bills?" Smith called from the front room.
"Nope, I'll leave the bills on the shelf for Ross to do though."
"Trott!" Ross complained, but it was his turn to do them anyway.
Smiling to himself, Trott ran upstairs with the black plastic package that he signed for and ripped it open when he shut his door.
He looked for a second admirably at the bra and panties then ripped of his clothes his heart racing in his chest as he stripped and pulled on the panties first. His cock was barely covered by the thin material and 2 straps either side of his hips ran around from the front to the back. He gulped in anticipating as he lifted up the bra. A trick he had learnt was the best was to hook the bra up with the hooks at the front, turn it around, then pull it up. The small cups only had a thin space between the material and his chest but that didn't bother him – he looked sexy in it. Trott adjusted the straps so he was comfortable then started to pull various toys from the box under his bed where he kept them. His favourite collar, red silk with silver buckle complete with silver chain. He debated on water or silicone based lube then decided on silicon, he didn't want a ton of lube interruptions though the mattress might suffer a little for it. He also chose his handcuffs, the ones with black leather padding and silver chains.
As an after thought he pulled his favourite bondage rope – silk actually – and added that to his pile. He pushed his box back under the bed, already feeling aroused at the sight of his toys then picked them up and carried them to the master bedroom. Technically it was Smith's room but it had the kind sized bed and was usually, if not always, slept in. Trott arranged the toys on the bed, then decided to pull the covers down onto the floor at the foot of their bed, it was easier to not have heavy covers tangling between them and since it was silicone lube he had gone for they would have to clean up before sleeping anyway.
When everything was in place Trott picked up his collar and chain then left the room to go downstairs but he stopped by his room to pull of a pair of black heels. Smiling smugly, he went downstairs, collar in one hand, chain in the other. It had just turned 11 AM and as Trott silently walked behind the sofa where Smith and Ross were cuddled he breathed deeply and silently. He leaned over the back of the sofa quickly and grabbed the remote, turning off the T.V and smiling as Smith shouted 'Hey!' and as Ross turned back he gasped as the sight of Trott, in a bra, holding a collar.
"Fuck..."
"Like it?" Trott said sultrily and he lowered the collar in front of Smith, who held it, then smiled slyly.
"I'd like it better if this was around you're neck." He said darkly and his words went straight to Trott's stomach as he breathed in to try to settle his nerves.
Smith fully took the collar from Trott and stood up from Ross's lap and pulled Trott closer so he could wrap it around his neck.
"Too tight?" Smith whispered, looking into Trott's eyes.
"Too loose actually, this is my favourite setting..." Trott gulped, tightening it to the third hook then gasping as Smith pulled on the chain so their faces were so close he could feel Smith's breaths on his lips.
"Kiss me." Was all Alex had to whisper and Chris's lips were crushed against his and Alex was immediately biting and pulling aggressively with his teeth, cupping Chris's face with one hand as he pulled him to lean over the sofa with the chain. Beside him, Ross leant into Alex's neck, pulling lightly at the skin with his teeth to suck red marks into Alex's pale skin.
"I propose-" Ross said between kisses, "that we go-" he paused again to suck on Alex's neck, "to the bedroom." He finished with a gasp as Alex pushed the chain into free hand.
"Chris, bedroom." Alex commanded, smiling darkly as Ross pulled Chris with the chain.
Alex's eyes roamed hungrily over Chris's ass as they went upstairs and reached to grab a cheek and dig his nails into his soft skin underneath the silky, thin fabric, his heart jumping in his chest as Chris let out a gasp which melted into a soft moan.
"There's, um, stuff on the bed...I set up, fuck Alex." Chris said, his voice jumping through his words with excitement as Alex's fingers brushed underneath his cock.
"You're the one getting fucked tonight." Ross said seductively, turning around to pull Chris up the last step then connecting their lips in a searing rush while Alex slipped into the bedroom.
"I really didn't know you were this kinky...we're going to have fun with this lot..." Alex muttered, his eyes ghosting over the toys then to Ross and Chris who were backing into the room. Alex glossed back over to the things Chris had placed on the bed and instantly took the rope and placed it inside the drawer beside the bed, he didn't feel like it was a good choice, even if Chris had done it before – he and Ross hadn't. He instead took the cuffs, his thumbs running over the supple leather, and he moved the lube and condoms to one side.
"I know how you like to touch us," Alex said aloud, turning to Ross and Chris, "how would you feel if we stopped that, hmm?"
"I wouldn't like that." Chris whimpered, but his eyes lit up and he nodded as Alex inclined his head with a smirk.
"Here Ross, hands behind his back." Alex commanded. He watched as Chris was tied up then moved forwards to grab the chain and pull him to the bed. "You look so hot in that bra, fuck." Alex said sensually, straddling Chris as Ross ran his hand down Alex's back to his hips.
"I chose it specially for you both, knew it'd be liked." Chris chuckled breathlessly as he felt Ross slip the heels off his feet and drag his fingers slowly up his legs.
"Personally, I'd love it if you dressed like this all the time." Ross purred, trailing a hand from Chris's legs to palm softly at Alex's crotch while the other rested on Alex's hip.
"I wouldn't take my hands off him." Alex murmured, leaning down to suck blood red bruises onto Chris skin, humming when Chris moaned. "Are you comfortable with your hands like they are?"
"Fuck yes." Chris whimpered.
"I like the sound of that, you're going to be calling our names exactly like that when were done with you." Alex said lazily, lifting himself off of Chris who shivered with a small groan and tried to lift himself up to Alex, but he's stopped by Ross who placed a hand on Chris's and pushed him back down and replaced Alex. Ross rocked his hips torturously slowly against Chris's, digging his nails into Chris's hips, licking his lips as he gazed at Chris.
"You're wearing too many clothes." Chris gasped, lifting his hips, trying to gain more friction.
"Shame you can't drag me out of them." Ross murmured, lifting his shirt off and dumping on the ground. "Alex, what the fuck are you doing?"
"Putting on a show, come here." Alex breathed, "Chris can watch."
"Alex-"
"Just enjoy the show babe, Ross, fuck." Alex said, gasping as Ross slid his hand down Alex's pants to brush his hand against Alex's cock.
All Chris could do was watch and moan as Ross sunk to his knees and pulled the zipper of Alex's pants down with his teeth, then slowly slide Alex's pants down and press his mouth against the growing bulge in his boxers. Ross leant back, leaving a hot wet patch over Alex's cock then slowly stood back up, rucking Alex's shirt up and off as he stood and glossed his lips over Alex's jaw, rolling their hips together as Alex gasped and Ross muttered a hazed 'fuck' under his breath.
Just watching them, watching Ross go back down to pull Alex's boxers down, it had Chris aching with desire, his mouth drying and breath hitching as Ross took Alex's cock in his mouth and Alex groaned and Ross ran his hand down Alex's thighs. Chris rolled up on the mattress to kneel with his legs spread apart, desperately trying to rock his hips into the mattress, kneeling up and groaning in frustration as he watched Alex rake his hand through Ross's hair as he muttered under his breath things that only ghosted Chris's ears with lust and desire.