Sweeran, tronnor, and Talvin one shots

one (BDSM)

Tronnor.
    I sat nervously on the bed waiting for my lover to be ready. Connor had been typing for hours and hours.
"Okay Troye, come in," Connor stated huskily.
I walked in. Shaking, sweating. My dick semi hard already at the thought of his presence. God damn I'm fucked here.
"This is the contract," he began, "it basically states my duties as a Dom and yours as a sub. Read it over and tell me what you think."
He handed the keyboard to me, we're both into saving paper. It seemed normal, he supports me financially, punishments and all that shit. I electronically signed and so did he and that was that.
"My safe word will be Taylor Swift, well, it's a safe two words..."
"Weirdo idiot."
That night, Connor asked me to go to dinner with him. When I had qualms, things didn't go so well.
"What the hell Troye you know you have to."
"Sorry, sir..."
"You are to call me master for the rest of the evening, and I will decide your punishment later."
I sighed loudly, and he seemed very exasperated. We got into the car, but it didn't look like the way to the restaurant.
"Hey, pet, I lied, we're going to a BDSM club. Put on this collar and bracelet. And take off those godawful clothes and put on what I gave you dammit."
Connor was being unusually controlling tonight. During last month's trial period he didn't seem nearly this bad. I put on the black leather collar and black leather bracelet. They were tight as shit, and the collar had something for a leash to go in. That's when I heard the click. A freaking leash, attached to the already too tight collar around my neck.
"DAMN." I screamed at the top of my lungs.
"Babe, you ought to live with it, this is how life is at a BDSM club. I paid for us to get VIP access and you better put on your one garment right now."
I had forgotten about that. one... Shoot it's a green spandex onesie! I'm legit right now that's what he gave me. And then I slid it on. It's cut strategically. My lower half is mostly exposed, chicken legs to the world's eye. And so is my upper half. God. Damn. It. What's that cool breeze... Damnit what did he...
I looked down and saw it.
My stupid penis is exposed. To everyone. Just lying there. Thanks Connor. Thank you.
He yanked on the leash and by God did it hurt. We walked into the club. Music blasted through the speakers at what must have been full volume. It was so loud I couldn't hear myself think. Finally, we arrived in a quieter vip room...with poles.
"Pet, I'm going to take off your leash now. You are to dance for me like the little sub you are and you will not be stopping until I cum. You also will not be getting money. FIRST EVER POOR STRIPPER HAHAHAH," Connor stated well. Evilly.
I got up on the stage and grabbed a pole. Rubbing my penis against it and licking it, Connor broke out his and began to masturbate. To me pole dancing. Is he gonna call me down for a lap dance oh god.
"KITTEN GET DOWN AND DANCE ON MY LAP."
I went down and began to grind on him. Our penises touched heads 13 times. He told me I couldn't come. I was getting hard as a rock, and he looked like he was about to go off all over our asses. His huge c ock throbbed and throbbed.
Finally, he goes off. On my. In my mouth. On my Own. I was so over stimulated. But I had to hold it in. I couldn't let it out. Until I did.
"Troye, you know what happens when you disobey," he stated through the come drying on his lips, "you will be punished. Severely. That's two refusals and disobeying today."
"I understand Connor." Wait shit. Did I say Connor. "I MEAN MASTER."
"TROYE SIVAN MELLET. TAKE OFF THAT SPANDEX RIGHT NOW. I WILL GIVE YOU ONLY THE DIGNITY OF NOT BEING SEEN NAKED ON A SIDEWALK. YOU'RE DAMN LUCKY I LOVE YOU."
"I love you too, master." I said as I removed the spandex. I had to walk out naked while holding up the spandex. Covered in Connor's and my c um alike, we went to the car. Silently drove home. He told me to wait in the bedroom.
"First you will receive fifteen spanks. You are to count each and every one and state thank you asshole after. Nah I'm kidding, you say thank you master."
I heard a smack.
One, thank you master. I began to count.
Two. Thank you master.
Three. Thank you master.
Four. Thank you master.
Five. Thank you master.
Six. Thank you master.
Seven. Thank you master.
Eight. Thank you master.
Nine. Thank you master.
Ten. Thank you master.
Eleven. Thank you master.
Twelve. Thank you master.
Thirteen. Thank you master.
Fourteen. Thank you master.
Fifteen. Thank you master.
"You were such a good boy Troye. But now I'm going to put in this toy and move it in and out by hand while running a candle down your back and you are to silently take it."
Oh dear god, I thought, this is scary stuff.
He came in and out with it so quickly that I was in pain, and the candle left blisters in a 13 on my back. I could feel heat radiating. Finally. Finally he said we could have sex.
"Th-thank you," I said.
All of a sudden he ripped off his clothes and let out a low growl. He pounced on me and we started making out. Up and down across the floor. Different positions. Usually missionary.
"DO ME MASTER. DO ME NOW. HARD AND FAST. JUST DO IT. I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE"
He flipped over on to my other side. We both began to get hard.
"You may go off this time pet."

Thank. God.
All of a sudden I felt his huge cock up against my behind. He got some lube and a condom no went in.
"Sh-SHIT. GO IN AND OUT. DADDY DO IT."
So he did. In and out. In and out. He made contact with my prostate and I felt him swelling and throbbing inside me. I fell into a purple haze, closing in on subspace. Everything was magnificent and amazing. Finally, he went off and screamed my name.
"TROYEEEEEEEE. OKAY YOU CAN GO OFF SINCE I DID."
Stream after stream of come came out of me as I screamed DADDY back at him. All of a sudden it was over. He pulled out and breathed heavily. After getting rid of the condom he fell asleep in my arms.