Alright, if you're not a fan of a bit of Kurblam, look away now.

"Kurt what is this all about?" Blaine asked as they held hands in the elevator. Kurt dressed in a long black cloak pressed the down button before turning to Blaine.

"It's a surprise."

"Kurt we're heading to the basement." Kurt noticed how Blaine's voice shook. Kurt held his green eyes with confidence.

"It's ok, baby." He pressed a hand to Blaine's clean-shaven cheek and pressed a gentle kiss to those soft lips. Blaine relaxed a little, letting out a sigh. The feel of Kurt's palms rubbing his chest made his heart race, but in a very good way. Kurt was making all the moves, all the seductive glances under those eyelashes, those kitten licks to the side of Blaine's neck.

"What are you hiding under here?" Blaine attempted to unbutton Kurt's cloak. Kurt snatched his hands.

"Spoiler's sweetie." Kurt purred as the elevator pinged and the doors began to slide open. Kurt watched as Blaine's face changed from seduction to fear.

"Look at me." Kurt demanded. "Blaine, keep your eyes on me." Kurt backed away slowly. He watched as Blaine's chest rose and fell with anxiety. But he did as he was told. Those eyes never strayed. Kurt smiled. Like Elliot had said, confidence was key. Blaine would feel his confidence, he would feel comfortable. And if that didn't work, then the sex appeal surely would.

"You are doing so well, baby." Kurt backed away from the elevator and pressed his back up against the wall. The wall was right beside a door which was opened just a crack. He began to slowly unbutton his cloak. "Would you like to see what I've got under here?"

"Yes, yes please Kurt." Blaine's mouth was dry. He wasn't sure if it was from nerves or arousal. His ears were ringing a little and his feet couldn't move forward. He could feel his panic attack creeping up but he didn't want the elevator to close, so he pressed the button to keep the doors open. He watched as Kurt revealed what he had been hiding. Black ropes traced across his chest, criss-crossing over his chest and over his hips. He wore tight red underwear underneath the ropes that dived between his legs, emphasising the hardening erection and tightening balls that were surely too large to fit in such a small triangle of fabric.

"Fuck, Kurt." Blaine needed the elevator wall for support. He pressed the open doors more and more, not wanting anyone to accidentally send the elevator back up. He watched as Kurt ran his hands over his own body, tugging on the ropes as his hands snaked downwards.

"Come on baby, I can't do this all on my own." Kurt pouted, teasing.

"Kurt, I want to, I want to so bad." Blaine's legs wouldn't move. God, he wanted them to move. His body ached from the memory of pain and his vision spotted, but his heart raced with desire. His mind and his cock wanted nothing more than to turn Kurt around and fuck him up against that wall. Kurt's gaze didn't falter, if anything, he smirked a little more.

"I know you do." Kurt rolled his hips around and twisted his body sideways so Blaine could get a side view of his bare ass. "I see you need a bit more… encouragement. I was hoping you would." Kurt opened the door beside him just a little, enough to grab a leather lead. He tugged on it roughly. "Come." He demanded.

"Fuck." Blaine gasped when he saw who was at the other end of that metal studded leash. It was attached to a harness that was worn by Sam. Sam wore a blindfold and a metal dog muzzle around his face. His hips and cock were wrapped in a bindingly tight wrap, showing off his ass but hiding any erection. From the way Sam walked forward, there was one there.

"Good boy." Kurt purred, caressing a hand across Sam's face. He turned his eyes back to Blaine. "I know you like to watch."

"Yes." Blaine didn't know what else to say. How had Kurt convinced Sam to do this? How was this going to work? All these questions dissolved and replaced by arousal as Kurt barked orders.

"Sam." Kurt tugged on the dog lead. "Sit." Sam fell to his knees beside Kurt. "Good boy." Kurt took off Sam's muzzle and tossed it back through the door. Sam gasped and opened his wide mouth. Those lips remained parted, waiting for their next command. Kurt stroked Sam's golden hair patiently and with the other touched himself, waiting to see if this was enough to entice Blaine out of the elevator.

"I think your dog is hungry." Blaine breathed. His erection was incredible, the blood throbbed and pulsed between his legs.

"I think you are right." Kurt continued to stroke Sam's hand and down his shoulders. He was still wearing his blindfold. "Sam, would you like something between those thick lips of yours."

"Yes, yes please, K." Sam was begging, his handcuffed hands flexing and releasing against his thighs.

"Eat." Kurt purred and pressed Sam's head between his thighs. Blaine let out an incredibly loud groan at the sight. His insides flipped with desire. Sam's tongue gently lapped the red fabric that wrapped around Kurt's erection.

"He likes it when you go all the way up and all the way down." Blaine instructed. Sam did as he was told.

"Why don't you come here and show him how it's done, Blaine." Kurt gasped and rolled his eyes back into his head. Blaine's stomach jolted, watching his boyfriend writhe with pleasure. That was when fear disappeared from Blaine's body. Finally his body obeyed his mind and he dashed across the threshold of the elevator and dropped to his knees right beside Sam. Any anxiety had washed away and only the desire for pleasure remained.

"I'm so proud of you." Kurt praised, pressing a palm to Blaine's burning cheek. "Eat." Blaine smiled up at Kurt, then down at Sam, whose was nuzzling his nose around in Kurt's balls. Blaine didn't waste a moment but dived his lips alongside Sam's. The two boys nuzzled, licked and lapped at Kurt until that fabric was soaked through. Blaine snaked a hand around Sam's waist and ran a palm up and down his back. Sam moaned with pleasure at the feeling of Blaine's soft palms. That in turn incited a reaction in Kurt.

"Fuck, boys!" Kurt gasped and groaned, feeling Blaine trace the head of his cock and Sam nip gently at his balls. The feeling of two lips, two tongues running over his crotch was incredible. His knees were shaking with the build-up. He would have to stop them soon.

"Boys, boys, stop!" Kurt gasped. Blaine's tongue lingered a little longer than it should have. Kurt gripped the back of Blaine's head in a fistful of hair and wrenched it away. "I said stop." Kurt growled, feeling his cock come a little. Sam was so obedient, blind fold still in place, hands upon his thighs, waiting for his next instruction.

"Blaine, you need to learn to listen." Kurt relaxed his grip and moved his thumb into Blaine's mouth, hooking his lower jaw with his finger, and like a fishhook, hoisted him to his feet. "Come with me." Kurt turned to Sam, "Sam! Up." Kurt tugged on Sam's lead, and with his fingers still in Blaine's mouth, pulled the two boys into their room.

The room Kurt had chosen was mild compared to the others in the basement. He didn't want to panic Blaine with anything too extreme or kinky. The room was dimly lit with a small four poster bed in one corner of the room. On each poster there were multiple hooks and carabiners. Three more hooks hung from the walls. There was also either a massage or torture table, whichever way you looked at it. In the very far corner of the room was a spider web suspension reaching from the ceiling down to the floor. Kurt marched the boys over to the spider web. He slipped his fingers in and out of Blaine's mouth soothingly before he spoke.

"You will listen to me Blaine." Kurt cooed and popped his wet finger from his lips. Blaine nodded feverishly.

"Yes, Kurt." Kurt grinned and turned his attentions to Sam who waited patiently. Kurt buckled one wrist to a hook just too high for Sam's feet to be on the ground. He did the same to the other side. Sam hitched his heels into the first wrung of the spider web and gripped the steel woven rope for support. This made his muscles pop as his shoulders tensed, and Sam arched himself forward off the web. Blaine gawked in awe at the sight of his best friend's arched body hooked and suspended. His arms clenching and his knees bent to arch his hips forward.

"On your knees, Blaine." Kurt sung. "Sam, I'm going to take this blindfold off now, so you can see what Blaine is going to do to you. Is that alright?"

"Yes." Sam breathed as his muscles began to ache. Kurt grinned. Elliot had told him that Sam liked it when he was placed in positions where he had to use those muscles. He liked the burn and the ache. This position would certainly give it to him. Kurt reached up and slowly slipped the blindfold from Sam's face and brushed the hair from his eyes. Sam sighed and blinked his eyes, adjusting to the light. That was when he saw Blaine kneeling by his feet.

"Hey Blaine." Sam's smile was so casual, so normal Blaine wondered why they hadn't done anything like this sooner.

"Blaine, remove Sam's shorts." Kurt ordered. Blaine reached up, confused as to how this could be done. These weren't normal shorts; it was almost like they were a self-sticking wrap.

"No, with your teeth." Kurt corrected. "Start here." Kurt ran a hand to Sam's hipbone where there was a small tab. Blaine pulled it with his teeth and began to tug. The stretchy fabric began to unravel. Blaine started slow, letting his cheek graze gently across Sam's crotch. He had to swap sides and dart around and behind Sam to pull the fabric around from behind his ass. Kurt watched with satisfaction. The longer Blaine took the more Sam groaned and tensed. Kurt took the luxury of brushing his hands up and down Sam's abs, then up his arms, letting his boyfriend to all the work.

After a few minutes Sam groaned. "Please, Blaine, hurry up." A layer of sweat had formed over his skin. Blaine was almost done.

"No Blaine, take your time." Kurt scolded, pinching Sam's chin so their eyes could meet. "I give the orders around here." Sam nodded. Kurt brushed his lips against the boy's well-endowed mouth, not a full kiss, just enough to cause his cock to push through the last few layers of fabric. Blaine saw it then, his lips brushed against it, making Sam gasp.

"Yes Blaine, take it all off now. It must feel so good to have that cock of your finally free."

"So good, K." Sam breathed. That was all the encouragement Blaine needed to rip the last of the wrap free and let Sam's cock spring forward. Sam gasped with pleasure at the feeling of cool air on his now free cock. All the blood that was surging to reach flooded down making his head flush a deep red. Blaine gasped. He couldn't help himself, he leant forward and gave a testing lick to the base of Sam's cock. Kurt watched this. He watched how Sam's eyes were on Blaine. How he was uncertain at first, then once Blaine's delight showed and the press of soft lips to his flesh, his worry melted away. Kurt let the boys explore one another for a moment, let them grow comfortable. Sam arched his head back as Blaine's hands wandered over Sam's hips, he gripped behind him to press his palms into Sam's booty and was met with firm fistfuls of muscle. Blaine rolled his lips around Sam's cock, teasing him and never licking up the shaft. His cock bounced heavily from his body, with vein's so laced and cross crossed Blaine had never seen anything like it before. Just as Blaine was about to venture forward Kurt interrupted.

"That's enough." Kurt directed Blaine's head towards his own cock, which had been throbbing ever since he had the two boys nuzzle him. Blaine kissed and nudged hungrily as Kurt unhooked Sam from the spiderweb. Without any prompting Sam dropped to his knees and resumed his place beside Blaine and the two of them shared Kurt's cock. Kurt knew he was meant to be in charge, but he couldn't resist, he backed up against the spiderweb, letting the boy's slip his underwear free. Kurt's cock was revealed. Sam looked a little uncertain. He had never done this before.

"I'll show you." Blaine whispered, reading his mind. He kept his eye contact with Sam as he pressed his lips to the side of Kurt's cock. He grabbed Sam's hand and played them over Kurt's balls. Blaine's mouth opened and swallowed Kurt's head gently, bobbing slightly, knowing exactly how Kurt liked it, slowly and sucking powerfully. Blaine swallowed Kurt twice then popped his lips free.

"Here." Blaine angled Kurt towards Sam. Sam's thick lips swallowed Kurt's head with ease. Blaine groaned as he watched Sam test his mouth around Kurt.

"Swirl your tongue around him, he likes that." Blaine encouraged, then watch Sam's tongue flick around behind his cheeks.

"Hmm, yes!" Kurt moaned. Then he let out a high-pitched squeal that startled Sam.

"That means he likes it. Now flick your tongue across his slit." Blaine rested back on his haunches, taking a moment to appreciate the site. There was Sam, on his knees sucking off his boyfriend. Blaine's heart raced at the sight. Kurt's head was thrown back and Sam began to devour him.

"Now, all the way down, as far as you can." Sam did as he was told, diving down to Kurt's base. Sam barely gagged. Blaine was so proud of him. He did this a few more times. Blaine itched to grip Sam's cock, instead, he settled for stroking the boy's thigh, letting his fingers brush against his balls teasingly. The soft skin of Sam's was too enticing. Blaine reached further, tracing his fingers over that hairless sack.

"Sam!" Kurt writhed, thrusting a little before he knew what he was doing. Then he remembered he was the one meant to be in control. Kurt forced his cock free from those incredible lips.

"Did I do good?" Sam panted.

"So good." Blaine assured with a kiss to Sam's shoulder. "He's just remembered that he's meant to be in charge around here."

"That I am." Kurt still appeared dazed and rolled his neck this way and that. Sam still had his dog lead attached to him and Kurt gave it a quick tug. "Sam, Blaine, come with me." Kurt panted. He had to adjust himself to walk. Blaine and Sam shared a smile.

"On the bed. I want your asses in the air." Kurt watched Blaine take Sam's hand and lead them both to the bed. Blaine noticed how Sam looked a little nervous as he knelt on his hands and knees. Blaine knelt on the mattress beside him, so close their hips were touching. Blaine bent his lips to Sam's ear, brushing his lips against the boy's cheek.

"Hey? Sammy, is this still alright?" Blaine whispered as Kurt slowly kneaded their ass cheeks. He had a hand on each of them, stroking slowly.

"Yes, Blaine." Sam's voice shook a little, but he was smiling. "Just, a little nervous. I've never… not like this."

"Hey, hey, we don't have to…"

"I want to." Sam blustered quickly. God, he wanted to. His cock ached stronger than it had ever pulsed before. with his ass up in the air, vulnerable and totally under Kurt's control, it was thrilling. Scary, but thrilling.

"Kurt will take good care of us." Blaine assured. Sam angled his body and linked his forearm with Blaine's. Sam brushed his lips against Blaine's and Blaine snapped them into a kiss. Their fingers entwined and Blaine smiled through his kiss. Those plump wet lips were addictive. He couldn't believe he got to do this with his best friend.

Kurt watched their gentle interaction while he toyed and played with their cheeks. Blaine soothed and assured and made Kurt's heart swell, watching his boyfriend kiss Sam gently. Kurt rolled his hand up and down Sam's back, relaxing those muscles. Kurt took a moment to admire those asses before him, firm and waiting. He licked a finger on each hand and ran it down their cracks. Sam gasped when Kurt touch him around his rim. His fingertips were gently running circles around his soft pink flesh. those slow circles became faster, then slower, the prodded a little more until…

"He's ready for more, Kurt." Blaine ordered, seeing how Sam's breathing began to change.

"Who's in charge around here?" Kurt slapped Blaine's ass hard for his insubordinate but then rubbed it, thanking him for his guidance. Despite the fact he was meant to be in control, he was growing nervous. He needed this to be perfect for Sam and for Blaine.

"You are in charge, K." Sam breathed, itching for more than just the light prod of Kurt's finger.

"Exactly." Kurt began to trail kisses down Sam's ass. Blaine, no longer feeling Kurt's hand, and recovering from the sting of the slap, looked behind him. He saw what Kurt was doing. God, he wanted to watch so bad.

"Please, can I watch?" Blaine begged Kurt. Kurt's face was hidden behind Sam's rump.

"Only since you asked so nicely." Kurt stuck his tongue out and licked from the base of Sam's balls all the way up. Sam's entire body shivered. Blaine angled himself to get a better look and so he brushed his lips up and down the length of Sam's flank, muttering sexy whispers.

"This is going to feel so good." Blaine assured. Sam didn't need to be told twice. Kurt's wet tongue began to circle his hole. He prodded slowly around that pink puckering. Sam adjusted his knees to work himself a little wider. Blaine's heart raced and cock throbbed watching Sam's body arch and flex.

"Yes!" Sam gasped. "Please, please stick your tongue in me again. Please K."

"You're teasing Kurt." Blaine growled seeing Sam's needs were not met. "Let me…" Blaine practically shoved Kurt out of the way and dived his tongue into Sam's hole.

"Yes, B, fuck!" Sam gasped feeling the pressure open him up and Blaine's tongue slick in and out.

"Did you just push me!" Sam could hear Kurt's voice deepened. Sam didn't know Kurt's voice could go that low. Blaine's response was muffled by Sam's ass. He could feel the vibrations run into him. God if felt good. The boy's fighting over him felt even better. The thrill of feeling their hands grapple over his ass, down his legs, tugging at his thighs. Their hands tugged at his balls and fought over his cock. Their lips lathered his ass cheeks and bit down into his muscle. They were slapping him, biting him, growling.

"Harder." Sam begged, wanting to see those bruises for weeks. Both Kurt and Blaine obliged. Sam screamed at the piercing stung of teeth marks in his toned flesh. They were taking care of him in every way possible. They were in control; he was theirs and he trusted them completely. And who would have thought his ass could feel so good?

Kurt won that fight and his tongue flooded back into his ass, but not before there was a gentle whispering between the two of them. Blaine's bites travelled back up his flank and to his ear.

"Sam… K would like to know…" Blaine sucked Sam's neck hard, then continued his sentence. "He would like to know… fuck!" Blaine felt Kurt's finger slip inside of him and push deep. He wasn't expecting it. It burned so good and Kurt worked his finger in and out, listening to Blaine try and form words. "K, hmmm yes, he wants to know if you would like your first to be me or him?"

"Oh." Sam felt giddy at the choice. He supposed it was a big deal. It would be his first. Despite Kurt being in charge here, it was something for Sam to decide. Sam's cheeks flushed with indecision. On one hand there was Blaine, his best friend. But then there was Kurt. Kurt's command was intoxicating. He way the boy gripped and slapped his ass, how he ran his nails down his flanks.

"K." Sam breathed as Kurt's fingers worked themselves deeper inside and pressed against something that sent sparks through his cock. Was that a look of disappointment flashed across Blaine's face?

"Blaine, I want you here. I want to do things to you. I want you to make me do things to you." Sam hoped Blaine would understand. Kurt, who was listening to their conversation, understood perfectly.

"Blaine." Kurt commanded as he slipped on a condom and lubed his pulsing cock. "Give him something to put those lips around."

"Thank you, K." Sam groaned.

"I'm going to take this slow, Sam." Kurt lined the tip of his cock up to Sam's tight ring. "Blaine won't be so kind." Kurt's eyes met Blaine's as Blaine adjusted to his knees. There was a devilish smirk to Kurt's lips.

"Hard." Kurt ordered Blaine. Blaine nodded but nervously offered his cock to Sam's lips. But he trusted Kurt, he trusted that Kurt knew exactly what Sam wanted and he trusted that this is what Sam wanted too.

Sam's lips felt incredible around Blaine's cock. Sam wasn't gentle like he had been with Kurt. His lips pushed right passed his head and right down his shaft. His lips tightened and his tongue pressed his cock up to the roof of his mouth.

"He wants you to fuck him, Blaine. Don't make me ask again." When he felt Sam's, mouth vibrate with a moan, Blaine didn't need to be told twice. He began to thrust and push his hips into Sam's screaming mouth.

Sam's body was overloaded with pleasure. Kurt's cock pushed itself into his ass. The burn was incredible. Kurt had been true to his word. He had taken that push slow, almost teasingly slow. His cock head brushed over his prostate and lingered just above it. Blaine, on the other hand pushed his cock violently into his mouth, forcing Sam backwards into Kurt. The movement pushed him forward and back, the boys using him like a plaything. And God he wanted to be used, he wanted to be their toy, their plaything. From the sounds they were both making he was a damn good one.

Above him Kurt and Blaine's eyes wandered over each other. Kurt, wrapped in rope, thrust himself into that perfect ass. His face screwed up tight. Blaine thrusted Sam back harder into Kurt, knowing that his movements would make Kurt gasp. Kurt in turn, watched how Blaine's chest beaded with sweat, how his hands gripped Sam's shoulders, how he bit his bottom lip as he grew close. The boys were close, feeling the excitement build in the pits of their stomach. Their panting turned to moans, the vibrations around Blaine's cock became more intense. The boys were thrusting every inch they had inside of him.

"Kurt, can I…." Blaine gritted his teeth against the sensation. He was right on the edge. He was asking for permission, both from Sam and Kurt. He wanted to make sure it would be alright for Sam and he knew Kurt would have the answer. He was to take care of Sam, after all.

"Yes." Kurt groaned as his cock thrusted deeper into Sam's incredibly perfect ass. He wasn't going to last much longer either.

"Fuck, Sam!" Blaine screamed and threw his head back and pushed the back of Sam's head into his hips as he came. Hearing Blaine say another man's name flushed Kurt's body with a strange mixture of arousal and jealousy. It was new and powerful, and it was hearing that name that brought Kurt over the edge. He didn't know why, nor did he know how to explain it, but God it felt good. His cock flooded Sam's ass and Kurt bent forward over Sam's back, losing all his strength. Sam's body was convulsing, whimpering. Kurt stroked him gently, as both him and Blaine pulled out of Sam. Blaine's lips kissed Kurt lovingly, but Kurt's eyes were on Sam, wanting to make sure he was alright.

"Sam?"

"I tried to hold it back." Sam panted, he was still on all fours, his cock was hard and dripping with cum. The bed beneath him was soaked. "I just couldn't. I came and I came again." Kurt rolled Sam onto his back. The boy's lips were dripping wet and parted. Kurt licked the taste of Blaine from them soothingly. Just looking at him, shining with sweat and panting made Kurt want to straddle him then and there and ride him like crazy. How the hell had Blaine spent high school with this man and not been driven insane? Blaine looked like he was just about passed out alongside Sam, his head was nestled in the crook of Sam's neck and a palm splayed across his wet abs.

"You came twice." Kurt purred, nipping that bottom lip. "Did you hear that Blaine? How naughty. Wait until Mr E finds out about this."

"No, no please don't tell Mr E." Sam begged, but there was a smile to his lips. "He will punish me."

"Twice." Kurt corrected. Sam grinned a little more. "And you." Kurt knelt across Sam to reach Blaine. Blaine's eyes fluttered open lazily to stare innocently at Kurt.

"Yes, my love?"

"Always say my name." If there was any residual jealously inside Kurt's heart it was flushed out immediately with Blaine's smile. Those eyes were so warm and gently and only for him. Blaine snaked a hand around the back of Kurt's neck and pressed the softest of kisses upon his lips. It was as if he knew what Kurt was thinking even if he wasn't saying it.

"Always Kurt."