A low cry emanated from Harry as he tugged against the handcuffs chaining him to the headboard. The young lad writhed against the bed in a desperate attempt to free himself, but to no avail. Harry hadn't remembered much from the previous night except being given a drink by his roommate Louis and the rest was a distant reverie that refused to be recovered. Harry felt tears pricking his eyes as he gazed down at his mouth, which had been taped closed, with a low groan from deep inside his throat. There was no way out of this, no way to call out for help. He accepted bitterly that he was vulnerable and helpless as he lay sprawled across the bed bare to the world surrounding him. The monotonous clock ticking on the wall opposite the bed seemed to taunt him with each dull tick of the second hand.
Jade eyes stared around the vaguely familiar room of Louis', eyes going wide, when he'd discovered a midnight whip lying across the feathered haired mans desk in place of the raggedy laptop. Once more, Harry attempted to shriek for assistance but it was all for granted because there was no way his voice was even half audible behind the gray, thick tape. Hot tears began to spill from his eyes and gently flowed over the planes of his cheeks as he tugged at the cuffs digging into the sensitive skin of his wrists.
After around five minutes, the door knob jiggled boisterously in the otherwise silent, vacant apartment. Harry's eyes were keen on the door as it slowly opened to reveal a deviously smirking Louis who only licked his lips at the delectable sight of Harry's lithe form sprawled across his bed. It was almost instantaneous how hard Louis had gotten from the sinful sight and he found himself palming his growing erection with a low groan of ecstasy.
Harry made a low noise from behind the tape and kicked his legs viciously against the comforters creating a raucous as the bed squeaked in response. Louis gazed at Harry with heavy lidded eyes that seemed to taint every inch of his flawless body with just a simple glance, "Did you want something, Harry?" he inquired with a quirked brow as sluggishly tugged down his red trousers with a low sigh before swiftly making work of his boxers to release his cock with a deep groan.
Harry stared almost in awe at how massive Louis' cock was and found himself swallowing back a moan behind the tape. His mouth seemed to go dry as the Sahara at the sight displayed before him, Louis' moans and grunts filling his ears in a pleasured symphony. It made the lad feel grimy and perverted as he gazed wantonly at Louis' cock as it bobbed against his shirt bringing notice that he had yet to remove it.
Louis' fingers danced across the sensitive skin of his cock as he indulged in the way Harry's limp cock seemed to spring to life, "You dirty fucking slut.." he breathed in a hushed tone as he licked his lips at the reddened organ bobbing vigorously against Harry's lower abdomen as if begging for the simplest of touches, "You like this, yeah?" he groaned as gently brushed the pad of his thumb along the drizzling head of his cock with a guttural moan.
Almost on cue the lad nodded vigorously and writhed against the plush bed sheets below with a faint cry of desperation, "Mm.. Mhm.." he managed to moan faintly as he glanced from the tip of Louis' cock to his sultry eyes that stared at him with such intensity it could set him ablaze.
Louis brushed the pad of his thumb against the drizzling head and brought it to his lips to gingerly lick off, eyes never leaving Harry's, as he moaned at the bitter yet sweet taste of his own cum. And that was enough to send Harry on a writhing fit against the bed, banging his head carelessly against the plush pillow propping it up. The lad was slowly losing his sanity, completely disregarding his current state, as he attempted to turn over and ended up sobbing out in agony at the iron digging deeply into his dainty wrists.
Louis found himself rising to his feet and sauntering towards the frantic lad with a small smirk, "What do you want you filthy slut?" he inquired with a quirked brow as he plopped down next to the lad who only blinked frantically up at him with a faint whimpering sound echoing from behind the tape. Louis trailed his fingers along Harry's lower abdomen making him nod vigorously, "Tell me." he breathed against the tape on Harry's lips, "Tell me now." he demanded in a raspy tone as he stared into clouded, emerald orbs that all but pleaded to be taken and brutally pounded into. Louis' fingers curled around Harry's cock gingerly and gave a rough, drawn out pump sending his head back against the pillows with a scarlet flush tainting his cheeks, "You want this..?" he questioned as he pressed tender, open-mouthed kisses against the smooth skin of Harry's neck with a possessive growl.
