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"He is a rare type of beauty, this one"

Chapter eleven

"He is a rare type of beauty, this one"

Harry tossed Louis into a cellar in the basement, causing the boy to fall on the hard ground, he whimpered and looked up at the man. The older lad was smirking at the blue-eyed boy, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"I-I . . . I'm hungry, master."

"You can get food tomorrow, if you listen to me, that is."

"P-please, I need food. I'm very hungry, I didn't even eat all day the night you took me, or yesterday, a-and I didn't eat all day today, too."

"Too bad" Harry replied, he slammed the cellar door shut, "I'll see you in the morning, baby girl."

"Please, don't leave me down here!' the small boy cried.

"I'm leaving. Go to sleep, pretty thing" the green-eyed man said, then walked up the staircase and slammed the basement door shut behind him.

The curvy lad cries himself to sleep on the cellar's cold, hard ground.

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"Where's your new toy?" Harry's friend asked as he walked through the front doors of his friend's mansion.

"He is in the cellar, Zayn."

"Is he a delicious sight, like the ones you usually pick? Hmm?" Zayn asks as the green-eyed lad and he walk down the staircase.

"Yes, very," Harry chuckles. "He is a rare type of beauty, this one" he looks at his friend, "you'll see" the man said as he and his raven-haired friend walked over to the cell that Louis was asleep in. The boy was curled up on the floor, and shivering.

Zayn walked up to the cellar, he took a good look at the small, creamy tanned, and feathery, brown haired boy. He hummed, "he's gorgeous. Where did you happen to find him?"

"In the wrong part of town" the tall man replied to the hazel-eyed man.

"What is a boy, like that doing in that part of London?"

"No clue, but I'm glad I found him. Although, he is such a troublemaker."

"Really? That means you must punish him a lot?" Zayn asked, curious.

"Yeah."

Louis stirred, he sat up and rubbed his eyes, then ruffled his hair. Once he noticed there was eyes watching him, he flinched, he scooted backwards in the cellar, causing himself to hit his back against a wall, "ouch!" he whimpers.

"Morning, gorgeous. I'd like you to meet my friend, Zayn" Harry said to his toy, he then looked at Zayn, "Zayn, I'd like you to meet my new toy, Louis."

"I-I'm not a toy, I'm a person, master" the young lad said, quietly, he looked down at his lap.

"He sounds so feminine. Are you sure that's a boy? I mean, it looks like a girl."

"Zayn, that thing is a boy. Trust me, I know" the tall lad said, annoyed.

"Can I, umm, touch him?" Zayn asked, he licked his lips as he stared at the boy.

"Go ahead, but I'm warning you that he likes to disobey rules. Which means he most likely will try to get you to stop touching him."

"Alright. I love when they fight, shows how vulnerable and helpless they feel." The raven-haired man unlocked the cellar, he walked in and walked over to the shaking lad. "Hey, cutie," he crouches down in front of Louis, "you're very gorgeous. I'd like to see every inch of that body of yours."

"N-no, I don't want to be touched."

Zayn ignored the small boy's words, he extended his hand out and slipped it under Louis' sweater, he ran his hand up and down the lad's smooth, tanned skin, "you're so soft. I'd like to feel more of your soft skin."

The young boy cried, but he screamed when he felt Zayn's hand slide down and go inside of the front of his leggings, "stop!" The feathery haired boy screamed when he felt the man palm him, "don't touch-" he whimpers, "-me. I don't like this."

"Maybe you should stop touching him, now, Zayn" Harry said.

"Nah! He's fine," the hazel-eyed lad continued to palm the whimpering boy, "you feel good, baby. No wonder everyone probably wants some of you" he slipped his hand inside of Louis' panties and grabbed a hold of the boy's dick.

Louis screamed, "don't touch me!"

"Zayn, stop" the green-eyed man said, sternly.

"He's fine, he's just nervous. Calm down, Harry. I didn't think you'd mind if I touched him like this. You've never cared before."

"Well, this one I do care. He's for me, only," the tall man sighed, "get out. I'll see you later, Zayn."

Zayn let go of the curvy boy, he stood up, "alright," he gets up and walks out of the cellar, locking the door back up, "show me the way out of this place."

💕Larabadara. xx
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