Chapter fourteen
"O-oh!"
"So pretty, so delicate" Harry said, softly, caressing the boy's right cheek, "your beauty fascinates me, so much, love. I wonder how someone can be as beautiful as you are."
The young lad blushed, but tried to move away from the man's touch.
"Don't move away from my touch, Louis," Harry's emotionless eyes stare into the boy's scared blue ones, "You're going to behave, right? Don't want to get punished, again, do you?"
"N-no, of course not, master. I'll listen, of course."
"Good boy," Harry continued to caress the small lad's cheek, "about earlier . . . Zayn, he was only doing what he did with others I've had here before."
"I-I understand," the blue-eyed boy licked his lips, "master, why do you like doing this, like why do you enjoy taking people and doing what you want with them?" he asked, quietly.
"I enjoy it because I like being in control, and I know that I'm in control with my victims, or toys."
"O-oh!" Louis squeaked out.
"Mm, you seem nervous. Why?"
"I-I'm not nervous, master. I'm just . . . I don't understand."
"Don't understand what, baby girl?"
"Why do you like being in control, and using p-people as your toys, or having victims that you . . ." the curvy boy trailed off.
"or having victims that I kill?" the green-eyed lad questioned, a smirk upon his face.
"Y-yes."
"I'm not talking about this, right now" Harry said, sternly, he got up from off the bed and looked down at Louis, "don't be loud. I'm going to sleep, and if you dare wake me up then I'll beat your ass."
"I-I understand, master."
"Good boy," Harry caressed Louis' cheek one more time, he leaned in and kissed the boy's forehead, then stood up properly, "get to sleep, baby."
"O-okay" Louis whispered.
The man smiled at the boy, he left the room and locked the door behind him.
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"I'm sorry, master, I should've listened to you. Please don't do this!" the young lad cried, scared.
"I told you yesterday to listen to me, baby boy," Harry laughed, "get down on all four."
Louis whimpered, but did as he was told, he got down on all four on the floor, "please don't. I'm sorry!" he cried.
"Shut up," the man grabbed the blue vibrator from off the table in the punishment room, he crouched down at the back of Louis, "now, you're going to be keeping this in for the day. If you touch yourself or try to take it out? I'll make sure to make you suffer, then you'll definitely learn to listen to me, baby girl."
"I understand, master" the feathery, brown haired boy cried, tears falling down his, already soaking wet, cheeks.
The tall man pulled down Louis' booty shorts, that he recently changed into, he then pulled down the boy's panties and took a good look at his bum, "you have such a lovely bum, baby," he squeezed the young lad's bum, causing the boy squeak. Harry turned the vibrator on, "lets get this inside of you," he brought his free hand up to the boy's hole and gently tapped Louis' hole with his index finger.
Louis screamed, scared, "stop!"
"Shut up," the older lad moved his hand away from the boy's hole and brought the vibrator up to his hole, Louis let out a cry, "lets put this inside of your tight hole, babe."
The blue-eyed boy whimpered, trying to keep himself from screaming, as Harry shoved the vibrated in him, "I d-don't like this."
"Too bad," Harry finished getting the blue vibrator inside of the boy, "all done. Now, don't you dare take that out," he pulled the boy's panties back up over his bum and put Louis' shorts back on him as well.
"I-I wont take it out" the curvy boy cried, "I'm really-" he let out a moan, "-sorry."
The green-eyed man was enjoying hearing the boy make that sound, "good. You better not take it out, and don't touch yourself."
"I-I understand, master" Louis replied, then moaned.
The older lad smirked.
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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 . . .
