Three of Them (Zourry)

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Harry's pov

I. Just. Got. Fucked.

Yes that was right, I, Harry Styles, who had been straight for the 25 years of my life, had just been fucked. By a guy. A hot guy. The first man I found attractive. Zayn was the second, of course.

I didn't know what was happening. I never thought it'd feel that good. I never thought I would enjoy it this much. And I was very glad I was wrong.

That was some intense pleasure. God I liked it. I could see myself getting fucked more often since it felt that good. Fuck Kendall.

Louis was cuddled up to me, sleeping soundly. I watched his gorgeous face, damn, how come a man could look this good?

I felt myself drifting to sleep as I stare at Louis' face.

"Wake up, slave!" I heard a familiar voice said. I couldn't really put the pieces together. Who said that?

My thoughts were rudely interrupted by a smack on my head. Fuck. Who the hell did that?!?

"What? You're gonna spend another day crying about your new haircut?!?! Get up, Harriet." I looked up to see Zayn. Except he wasn't nice. He looked straight up creepy, full body tattoos and all.

I looked around me and see hay. Haystacks. Wooden fences. Guys, naked guys with a collar and leash. All tied to the wooden fences. I saw Zayn untied one of the guy's leash from the fence. He was pale and skinny. But more importantly, naked.

Zayn dragged him across the... barn? Was that what it is? Like, human barn? Ay, whatever. Well, Zayn dragged him down to a bucket of water.

"Drink up, buddy. You're gonna get used a lot today." He said in a dark voice that sent shivers down to my spine.

The boy drank the water. After a few seconds, Zayn pulled up the leash, very harshly. The boy almost choked. He dragged the poor guy to another bucket, which seemed to be filled with... dog food?

Zayn didn't say a word. The skinny boy ate the small pieces of dog food without any command. My jaw dropped. Just what the hell was this place?!?

I couldn't take it anymore, so I looked the other way, trying to get up and go somewhere else. But I couldn't. I had a leash tied me back to the wood. I looked down to see my body, it was completely naked, except for something that looked like a... ring? Except it was on my manhood.

I was so deep in my thoughts I couldn't ever hear someone screaming right in front of my face. Louis. It was Louis.

"So, tell me boy. Are you gonna do anything? Or do we have to shave your head clean this time?!?" His high pitched voice hurt my ears. I looked up at him.

Louis? This wasn't Louis. Louis was nice and calm and friendly. Everything this guy wasn't. Who the hell was this?!? He untied my leash from the fence and dragged me down to the water bucket.

And I meant dragged. Like I literally couldn't even keep up with him. I stumbled down onto the dirt. My whole body was brown from crashing the ground.

"Geez, you're so filthy, you're gonna ruin that damned water bucket!" Louis said in a harsh tone as he dragged me to somewhere else.

I didn't know what was going on until I felt coldness hit my skin. Fuck that was frickin' cold.

"What did you just say, slave?" Louis asked in a very-very angry tone. He stopped the cold water.

"Did I say that out loud?" I asked. He only looked at me. With what looked like a huge disappointment on his face. He threw the shower jet on the ground. Making his way across this place and came back with a... whip? Was that a whip?!?