Chapter three
"Y-yes, m-master."
The man chuckled as he unbuckled his belt to his skin-tight black jeans, "you know, Louis, they say the innocent ones are usually the craziest ones in bed. Do you think they're right about that? Should we find out?"
"No, no, no. I want to go home!" The young lad cried, tears falling down his cheeks.
"Oh, baby. This is only the beginning for you, so you better get prepared for what's ahead."
"D-don't do this to me! I want to go home, and I want my family! I-I'm too young! Let me go!"
"No. You're not going home, babe. You are already home, now" the man says, he wraps the leather end of his belt around his knuckles, while letting the buckle dangle, "it's time for your punishment, baby girl."
"I-I'm not a girl" Louis cries, "p-please, let me go! I promise I won't tell anyone about you, or about what has happened!"
"No," the older lad says, he smacks the belt's buckle against Louis' right thigh, causing the boy to let out a loud cry, "you need to shut up before I punish you more than I already need to, Louis."
"I-I'm sorry."
"You better be, babe," the man extended his hand out, he began to caress the feathery, brown haired boy's left cheek, "you really are a delicate one. I'll have fun with you," he said then harshly gripped the boy's chin, "now, I'm going to tell you the rules and you better listen. Got it?"
"Y-yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Y-yes, m-master."
"Good boy. Now, the first rule; always call me master, and when we're in bed . . . you can call me daddy. Second rule; never talk back or raise your voice at me. The third rule; no swearing, unless we are in the bed- " the green-eyed lad gets cut off, "b-by that do you mean, like when you're forcing me to have sex with you?"
"Yes. Rule four; never cut me off. Rule five; you will always do as I say, and you won't ever tell me no. Rule six; always answer back to me when I ask you something. Seven; don't ever think about trying to fight with me. Eight; don't think about even trying to escape, you aren't leaving. Understand these basic rules?"
Louis quickly nodded his head. He instantly regretted it, he knew he just broke a rule, "I-I'm sorry. Y-yes, master, I understand the rules."
"You've corrected your mistake. Well done, babe."
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FanfictionTwenty-one-year-old, Harry Styles, was fascinated by the sixteen-year-old, Louis Tomlinson, who happened to be walking in the wrong part of town at the wrong time. And, that's how it all begins . . .
