Tell Me When it Hurts *ORIGINAL*

Tell Me When it Hurts

Harold Edward Styles:

6'5

Green eyes

Muscular

Dominate

Louis William Tomlinson:

5'7

Blue eyes

Weak

Submissive

Pursing his lips, adjusting his tie, wiping imaginary dirt off his shoulders; Harold did anything to not look at the clock. He hated time. It was the only thing he couldn't control. Finally time hurried itself making the bell ring, "All Dom's to the buying center please." A woman's voice echoed through the room. Harold held a tight face, not a smile. Never a smile; as he marched to the buying center like told. Look at me doing as told, Harold joked to himself. Liam James Payne sat straight up hands folded on his lap as he scanned the stage awaiting for the Submissive's to line up. Harold sat next to him, following Liam's routine of glancing around the room before returning their stare back to the stage. "Harold." Liam nodded in greeting, the man wore a black suit like Harold, only his had a blue tie while Harold wore a red one. The colour of blood. The only liquid a Dom should make a Submissive leak without ordering. To cum you have to be given an order. Harold's last submissive learned the hard way.

"Liam." Harold returned, both men in a content silence when a portly man jogged on stage, "We shall begin. Our first is Nick Grimes, curly hair, 5'9, hazel eyes, five Doms. Start bidding off at six thousand." Harry kept his paddle down, unlike Liam who shot his up. "Not a good one. He's had five." Harold reminded under his breath, Liam gave in setting his paddle down. After all Harold was usually right about these things. "Sold for eight thousand. Our next one is Niall Horan, blonde, 5'9 , blue eyes, one Dom." Harold gave a slight nod to Liam who shot up, "Twenty thousand!" The portly man studied Liam before banging his gravel, "Sold for twenty thousand. Our second to last one is Louis Tomlinson, brunette, 5'7, blue eyes, one Dom. Bidding at one thousand." Harold grew curious, these subs were worth a lot, that's why Harold usually paid at least twenty thousand or more for his. But Louis was a beauty. Why so cheap? Curiosity getting the best of him Harold found himself shooting his paddle up, "Five thousand."

"Six thousand!" Some man said

"Nine thousand." Harold called still calm, "Twenty thousand!" Another guy argued, "Thirty thousand." Harold growled walking to the front of the stage. It was then when people recognized him. No one ever messed with Harold Styles. He'd have you dead in minutes. "Sold to Mr.Styles." The portly man announced banging his gravel. Harold gave a satisfied look to the trembling boy on stage who wouldn't look him in the eye. Good boy. Liam came behind Harold his checkbook out as he wrote out his bid handing it to the man receiving the additional info you acquire once you purchase a sub. Harold did the same only his packet of info seemed to be thicker then Liam's. Oh god. If this boy had millions of health issues or something Harold would surely kill him.

Strolling on stage Harold stood in front of Louis who's head remained down. His clothing tattered, little holes at the collar part of his white T-shirt, and black boxers. Always black boxers for the subs. Harold knew why, feeling the crotch area of Louis, the boy gasped jumping at the contact but remained still enough. Harold felt the dry fabric pleased that Louis hadn't came during the auction. Harold always found it gross if someone could get off by looks. "Come." Harold ordered grabbing Louis' wrist, the boy whimpered following. "Anything I need to know?" Harold asked opening the passenger door for Louis to get into his car, Louis shook his head at the question, "Always answer me verbally." Harold snarled slapping Louis' uncovered thigh roughly. Louis hissed at the contact holding his now red thigh as Harold went to the drivers side getting in, stabbing the keys in the ignition, tearing from the auction.

Pulling into his garage, Harold went to Louis' side pulling him out and into the mansion Harold called home. "Follow me." Harold ordered to Louis who did not wanting any trouble already. They had entered a room that looked like an office, "Kneel by the desk." Harold grumbled sitting in his chair pulling out Louis' information.

Louis William Tomlinson:

Kinks: Daddy.

Greens: Spankings, humiliation.

Reds: Sexual punishments.

Extra Information: Louis' parents died when he was a little boy, his brother Zayn raised him, Louis hates talking about his childhood. Louis is very sensitive, he doesn't like being ignored. His first Dom died, after leaving Louis chained up to a wall for a week starving him. Louis hates to be left alone.

Last Dom's Comments: He seems very well behaved at first but then he comes out of his shell, Louis is very sassy. His attitude it the ugliest I've ever seen.

Harold finished reading sitting back in his chair glancing at the boy who stared at the floor intently. He couldn't see Louis being sassy. Although a challenge always thrilled Harold. "Do you have any questions?" Harold asked tugging at the boys hair, Harold just couldn't resist, "Do y-you have any r-rules?" Louis whispered still looking at the ground. "Of course I do. I'll show you them, stand up." Louis frowned but got to his feet, Harold took his wrist pulling him on his lap, Louis squeaked at the motion, "First one, unless I tell you to kneel this is where you will sit. It's easier to hit you. Second is that I don't like crying. Hate it actually. Third: Don't ever talk unless I tell you too. Fourth: If I ever have sex with you, you don't do anything unless given permission. Any questions?" Harold inquired arching an eyebrow, Louis shook his head, Harold slapped Louis' thigh five times harshly, "Verbal." Harold growled, "N-no sir." Louis whimpered holding his thigh trying not to cry. "Much better. Why don't we get to know each other?" Harry suggested biting Louis' shirt, "W-What do you m-mean?" Harry suspressed a chuckle, "Tell me when it hurts."

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>>>Emma

First Published March 18th, 2015

All rights reserved to Emma Taylor Brown