Taken and Torn [Niam/Narry/Nouis/Ziall]

Chapter 3: Masters

Niall's P.O.V 

I woke up alone on my bed. My body still feels sore from Zayn's beating session last night. But I remembered someone tucking me in bed last night though - and I can't help but wonder who that was.

I stood up and winced at the pain at my thighs. Zayn did an amazing job wacking me up. Am I mad at Zayn? Holy fuck yes, I am! Actually, mad is an understatement. I loathe him. If given the chance to beat him up like he beat me, I would totally grab every single chance there is. But what chance do I have?

I glanced at the mirror to check how I look. My forehead was throbbing with pain, my left arm almost numb. I lifted my shirt so that I could see the damage underneath - nothing serious. I sighed in relief.

I opened my door and peeked outside - not one person. I walked outside and tiptoed to the staircase. I slowly walked down the winding staircase. As I was taking steps slowly, wincing at each pain I felt, I heard talking nearby - obviously from my kidnappers. I can recognize their voices though. I walked nearer and no, they weren't talking. They were almost like - fighting.

"He's mine! You got that?! No one in this house is allowed to touch him but me!" I heard Zayn scream.

"What the - Hey! We helped you kidnap him. So I think that gives us the right to touch him, Zayn!" Liam screamed back. I was pretty sure they were talking about me.

I knocked on the kitchen door only to be opened by a topless Harry. "Well hi there, babe." he winked. I felt shivers run down my spine. I walked inside and saw the other three boys giving me a blank look.

"How long have you been there, Niall?" Louis asked.

"Oh, I just - I just arrived." I tried to lie.

Zayn gave out a chuckle, "What do you think of us? Brainless?! Idiots?!" he gave another chuckle, "..we know that you've been there for a minute now, Horan." 

"I-I swear! I.." I trailed off.

Zayn snorted, "Well, now that all of us are present...I think it's time to put up some rules."

"What the fuck Zayn?!" Liam suddenly interrupted, "You just can't boss us around! Why?! Are you really expecting us to drool over you and Niall fucking each other out?! Are you really that selfish Zayn?!"

"Woah, woah, woah! Calm down, Li." Louis said, patting Liam at the back.

"Let's not get all too - uhmm, excited, shall we?" Zayn chuckled, "as what I said, it's time to put up some rules - rules that I just thought of, now." he smirked at me. I for one didn't think this will be good. "Okay, I think Liam is right. I think all of us should share little Irish lad here." he said, glancing at me as if I'm a delicious ham.

"So, we're gonna share Niall?" Louis quirked his eyebrow.

"Yes." Zayn answered simply.

"YESSSS!! Let me screw him first!" Harry cheered while constantly grinding himself against my back.

"Wait you annoying little perv!" Zayn spat, quite annoyed, "I figured out that if we share him, we're gonna fight over who gets him first. So, I decided to make a schedule." he said, giving a really intimidating smile.

At first the other boys were having a hard time to cope with what Zayn said, but eventually, they all agreed to it. "Now there's the share I want." Liam clapped his hands. Louis and Harry gave each other a high-five while Zayn just kept on staring at me. My heart was beating fast - real fast! 

"Z-Zayn.." I started to say.

"No complains Niall. We are your masters. And with respect to that, you shall obey us. Are we clear?" he raised his eyebrows. At that time, I really wanted to say no. I wanna go back to my old life. To where I was just a normal teenage boy with hopes and dreams. "I said, ARE. WE. CLEAR?!" he gripped my neck.

"Y-Y--Yes.." I choked out.

"Yes what?" he hissed, his grip tightening.

"Y-Yes....M-Ma--Masters." 

Zayn loosed his grip sending me to the ground. I was panting for air. I want to cry but I've cried enough at the pain last night. I guess I've used all my tears.

"So what's the schedule Zaynie?" I heard Louis asked.

"Hmmm, how about this.." Zayn cleared his throat, "On monday, it's Harry's turn. Tuesday, Liam's. Wednesday, Louis'. Thursday, Mine. Friday would be Louis and Harry. Saturday would be mine and Liam's. Then Sunday, all of us." 

I froze at what Zayn said - so this is real life. This is actually happening right now. Four kidnappers are actually making a schedule for me. 

"So since it's Sunday. We all have him for today. And just to make things clear - for example today is Monday, all of us can still ask orders from Niall. Like ask for a glass of water, or wash the dishes, or whatever chores. But, only Harry can have sex with him. You can ask him anything you want - just not something sexual. And by 'something sexual', I mean starting from touching, kissing, and all the way to screwing. Same goes with all the other days. Am I making myself clear?" 

A chorus of 'yes' were heard in the room. "Then I guess we're all set!" Louis said before walking out. Liam gave Zayn a pat on the back before heading out as well. Harry whispered,

"I'll make your tomorrow one of the days you'll never forget." then went out. Oh yeah, tomorrow's Monday - which means I'll be Harry's. 

Zayn knelt in front of me, his face inches from mine. "Now, my first order.." he said then kissed my lips, "..blow me." he gave an evil smirk.

Zayn pulled me up. He unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants and his boxers down, revealing his very hard problem. He forced me to kneel in front of his throbbing member. He then started to maneuver my head towards his member. "Suck." he commanded. I opened my mouth wide to take in his huge package. He bobbed my head forwards and backwards while he was constantly thrusting inside my mouth. I gagged on the first few thrusts but eventually, I adjusted myself to it. After a while, I can taste Zayn's precum. I can feel his peak as his pace went faster. "Ohhhh! Yes, yes! Suck it down. Ohhh!" he moaned. And with one "Shit! So good! Aahhhhhhh! Fuck!" he released inside my mouth. Zayn looked at me contented. "Swallow it." he ordered. I felt disgust wash over me as I swallow his cum then and there. "Good boy." he winked. He pulled his boxers and pants up and buckled his belt. "You're ready for Hazza tomorrow." he chuckled, then left. 

I was left there alone. Scared and disgusted. What have I done to receive this kind of misery? Was I not a good student? Was I not a good brother? Was I not a good son? Why?!  

I let myself fall flat into the ground. Tears were dripping out. How long do I have to live like this?

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Sorry it took this long for me to update! School. -,-

Anyways, I'm bored so I just thought of this now. The first one to guess how old I am will have the next chapter dedicated to him/her. LOL, I'm lame I know.

So yeah. I hope ya'll enjoy this! Not much but I worked my ass off. XD