Three of Them (Zourry)

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Zayn's pov

Sorry to disappoint you all, but my idea wasn't all that grandiose. It was just this, we'd fuck him with random things in the house and then he'd guess what it was. It was pretty simple.

Here's the twist, each time he got it wrong, that's a day in a cock cage. Which, he would wear once we got out of this stupid safe house, of course. I knew he hated the cage. Every man in the whole world did.

"Alright, Lou. You are to address me as master. And Harry as..." I trailed off, expecting Harry to continue the sentence. He looked a little concerned.

"Harry." He replied. Of course, how could I not see this coming? He was a fucking saint.

"Yes, master, and Harry." Y'all had to admit, that just sounded weird. Harry didn't seem to mind, though.

"Yeah, okay. We'll be out getting stuff for you, while we do so, I want you to get on your hands and knees, facing the headboard, with your ass up in the air, and your eyes shut closed, got it?" I commanded. Louis nodded slowly.

"Yes, master." His high pitched voice replied. Harry and I walked away to get things to put in his ass, while doing so, Louis shuffled and moved to the position I told him to.

We went out, Harry went left and I went right. I looked for penis shaped things. I got in the kitchen. I found some wooden spatula. I took one with the biggest handle and then I looked for more.

I opened the fridge and jackpot!

I found a zucchini. A pretty big one, at that. Then I saw a carrot, and took that too. So, the spatula, the zucchini, and the carrot, was that enough? I'd just search for another one just in case.

Then I found something that might be fun. But also very dangerous. It was a shotgun. A Remington 870 express. It was still in the case, they probably just bought this. Great.

I opened the case, I felt the clean surface, yes, this was brand new. I made sure it was empty, and it was, next, I made sure the safety was on. Then I went to the sink to clean every part of the gun. And the zucchini, carrot, and the wooden spoon, too, of course.

I made sure I cleaned it thoroughly, wouldn't want Louis to get an infection, would we?

After I finished I met up with Harry, he brought a shampoo bottle, a beer bottle, a pool stick, and a baseball bat. A pool stick? I didn't even know we had a pool table. Or else I would have played. And a baseball bat would hurt. But that's great.

"Have you cleaned those?" I asked. Harry nodded. But then his eyes bulged out. He probably just realized I had a gun.

"Is that a shotgun?" He asked, panicked. Wouldn't blame him. I chuckled.

"It's empty. Plus we'll make sure the safety's on. Come on, this would be fun." I said cheerfully. We went to the door, but before we got in, I shouted out. Not too loud, though. My boys are probably working. Or smoking.

"Louis! We're coming in. Your eyes better be shut tight or else you'll have a punishment coming up!" I warned. I heard a faint 'yes, master.' Then we got in.

Oh, damn. The sight was beyond beautiful. Louis was beyond beautiful. He looked like a perfection. His ass was up high in the air. He faced the headboard just like I told him to, and his face was flat on the pillow. With his eyes closed shut, I assumed.

I felt my penis starting to get hard. Who could blame me, really? We set our items on the couch then I told Harry to go get the lube. Meanwhile, I looked at the pile of clothes Louis left on the floor. Maybe I should give him extra punishment for not folding his clothes.