Birmingham Disciplinary School for Male - L.S. 2

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(A/N: Hello! 

Welcome to Birmingham Disciplinary School for Male- L.S. 2

Part 1 is by:   _Just_Elli_

All of my work is fiction and is in no way related to the people the characters names come from. I understand that my writing may differ from the original, but I am trying my best! Please leave comments and suggestions!)

SATURDAY

Harry continues walking out of the other boys shared room following the path to reach outside. Louis has been calling Harry but he ignored his dominant walking to the sidewalk outside.

"Harry Edward Styles! Stop right now or you will get punished!" Louis yells to the younger lad.

Harry stops in his tracks, head down, not turning around just trying to keep his breathe steady.

He shakes his head trying to rid the nasty thoughts from his father and now Liam, "I need a smoke, Louis." He says still glaring at the floor.

Louis walks around until he is in front of Harry who is still avoiding eye contact.

Louis brings his hand to Harry's chin and lifts so their eyes meet briefly before Harry glances to the side, "You better hope that I did not just hear you say Louis." He says while trying to stay calm. "Look at me." He states sharply, using his dominant voice.

Harry's eyes, bubbling with tears, look back to Louis' whose eyes hold a softer gaze. "Sorry, sir" he says with a voice that betrays him and cracks while a tear slides down his face.

Louis quickly catches the tear with the pad of his thumb and swipes it away "Do you want to tell me what happened and why I had to chase after you?" He asks with raised eyebrows.

The younger of the two sniffs trying to regain his composure "Nothing happened. Can I please smoke?" He asks sniffing again and bringing his hand up to rub the not yet fallen tears away.

Louis takes a deep breath, running his hand through his hair, "Harry, you know that I can't let you do that. Why don't we walk back to our room and you can tell me what happened." He says grabbing Harry's trembling hand, leading him to their room.

They walk back in silence, hand in hand the whole time. Once they get back, Louis drops Harry's hand without noticing how red the boys cheeks are from blushing. "Go to my room and kneel." He says not specifying where in the room because his sub should already know.

Just as the other days, he kneels which he notices brings him to a calmer state and that is probably why his dom asked him to. He hears Louis step into the room and sit down criss crossed directly in front of him.

Harry takes a deep breathe and Louis does the same before saying "Harry can you please tell me what you did wrong and why it happened? Look at me while you speak." He demands.

Harry thinks for a second. "Well, I told Liam... something and then we continued talking and he said that I'm basically to blame for everything bad that we have done because he didn't think I would have been his friend if he didn't go along with it." He explains with threatening tears and a shaking bottom lip than looks down ashamed by himself.

Louis sighs frowning at the kneeling boy in front of him. "Look at me." He says surprised by his own harsh tone. "First, that didn't give you the right to run away, disobey me, and call me by the wrong title. Second, Liam is his own person and could have made his own decisions." He says.

Now the green eyed boy has a few tears running down his face yet not looking away from his dom. "Okay, sir. I'm sorry." He says before wiping his face harshly leaving it red and tear stained.

Louis hums saying, "Thank you, Harry" accepting the apology. "For your punishment, you're going to stay kneeling for your daily thirty minutes with the cuffs plus an extra fifteen."

Harrys head shoots up with worry in his eyes, "Yes, sir." He says, sounding defeated.

Louis walks over to his desk grabbing the hand cuffs before walking behind Harry to clip them together. The blue eyed boy sets his timer for forty five minutes while sitting at his desk to continue his homework.

After thirty minutes of uninterrupted thinking time for Harry, he realizes that he actually enjoys being tied up especially by his dominant, which is Louis, which is the lad whom he might definitely have a crush on. His breathing starts to pick up, nervous by this revelation, he starts yanking slightly at the cuffs.

Louis spins in his chair and notices the distressed boy in front of him. "Harry," He starts while walking closer to him "Just calm down, you're safe." He tries to reason but this only seems to make things worse.

Harry stands up really starting to pull the cuffs with his rapid breathe. "I need them off, Louis!" He yells loud enough for his dominant to worry.

Louis breathes out concerned at what's going on "Okay, just breathe, yeah? Turn around and I'll take them off." He says, trying to stay calm.

This only makes the panic worse for Harry as he starts trying everything to get them off. "Louis, I'm fucking serious. Get me out of these fucking things right now!" He cries thrashing around the room.

Louis is really starting to panic now because he has never seen or heard this happen to anyone. "Harry, calm down, please. I told you I can take them off, just turn around." He walks up to the boy, attempting to take them off.

Harry backs away from Louis looking scared, eyes filled with fear, "Red!" Harry says still tugging at the cuffs. His breathing is now deeper, barely even receiving any. He has tears running down his face. "Red, red, red!" He yells before finally breaking the cuffs so his hands are free.

The dominant carefully walks over not wanting to scare the now cowering Harry in the corner and sits down in front of him, reaching his hands forward to take Harrys, but the young boy flinches before letting him grasp his hands. Louis slowly and carefully unwraps the now broken cuffs.

"Harry," Louis whispers, not wanting to startle the boy. "Talk to me please."

He looks up with terror in his eyes before Louis grabs him to bring him over to his bed.

"Sorry, sir." He simply states.

The dominant rolls his eyes slightly before realizing it's probably not the time to be sassy, "You would have nothing to be sorry for if you would just explain to be what's going on up here, love." He says, tapping his submissive's temple.

Harry glances at the man then down to the sheets on the bed before grabbing the hem of his t-shirt and fiddling with it. "It's embarrassing and you're going to hate me." He sniffles still having a stuffy nose from crying.

The older boy stands up to grab a tissue then places a hand on his shoulder "There's nothing to be embarrassed about and I already told you that I could never hate you." He says softly.

Harry looks up into his dominants eyes looking for any sign of a lie and sighs after not being able to find one. "Well... I um... just kind of uh... got panicked a bit because... I kind of realized that I didn't hate being tied up." He grimaces preparing for the worst.

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Please read this before continuing with the book: 

Do not continue with this book if you are uncomfortable with a dom/sub relationship, age regression, or kinks. You are always welcome to ask questions and I'm sure I or another reader will answer, but don't kink shame or else I will delete your comment. If you quite literally "can't read bottom Louis," then don't read my book and I suggest you go check yourself. Louis and Harry are characters in a story, they are not real people when in fanfics and I think a lot of people fail to separate those things without realizing. Just because someone looks or acts a certain way in real life, doesn't mean it translates to a fictional character with the same name. The amount of comments I've been getting on these topics is gross and I hate seeing and reading through them. If I get anymore rude comments about this stuff, I'm going to un-publish this book. 

Thanks,

Kayla