Nayes: Bromance!?

Chapter Three

I'm not the only one that gets sexually punished in this house, and I'm glad for that. We are all still friends and I'm able to hold the pain when in public or at a meet and greet with my fans.

I have finally healed from the last time that I had to learn that I'm only Nash's. I really don't know what to do anymore. Everyone is getting suspicious about how Nash and I act around each other.

We just aren't ready to tell them about our relationship yet. We will tell them eventually, just not right now.

I sigh. I just woke up, changed and fixed my hair. I walked down the stairs. I was grabbed by Cameron and Matt. That's odd, it's usually Carter and Matt. Uh-oh. Why are we going to the basement. I don't remember doing anything wrong.

I was chained up to the wall next to a chained up Nash. I think I know where this is heading.

Cameron was the first to break the silence. "Since neither of you want to suggest the answer as to why your both acting weird, we will have to get it out of you." Adding an evil grin at the end.

"What if we aren't ready to tell you, yet." I inquired. We really aren't ready so...

"Well we will get it out of you, one way or another. Ready or not." He hissed into my ear. It made me shudder.

They took Nash in first and he shook his head no, slightly. I nodded and he winked. I blushed and he was carried away.

Carter and Cameron began by simply ripping my clothes off and destroying them, so we couldn't leave until they brought us new clothes to change into. I sighed and slumped against the wall. This Is going to be a long, long day.

Nash came out after about 2 hours and shook his head no, slightly to let me know that he didn't tell. Next they unchained me and brought me in. They hooked me up to the table and raised me. I'm used to the feeling by now.

Cameron and Matt both came in for me. They knew what it took to get me to talk, but I wasn't going to break. I was doing this for Nash. I closed my eyes and let them begin. When they gave up, they lead me out and chained me back up to the wall. I shook my head no, slightly so Nash would know I didn't tell. The look on his face showed he was somewhat relieved, but yet concerned for what our friends would do to us now. They were in a huddle, conversing with each other in the corner.

Matt nodded to something they said and he ran upstairs. While Carter and Cameron come back to me. Jack and Jack went to Nash. They dragged us into the room and I was handcuffed to the table. Nash was dragged to the wall, right where he could watch and was chained to the wall. Jack J put an arm up against his Collarbone, pushing him up against the wall and Jack G held his head to look at me.

When he closed his eyes, they slapped him, incredibly hard in the face.

I slumped against the table. This is going to be the hardest yet. I turned to him and shook my head slightly, no I'm not going to break. He did the same.

I slumped back onto the table and Carter and Cameron came back with something. I don't know what it was, but they started rubbing my member. It hurt like hell. It was one of those barbecue cleaning thingies that clean of the crap. The hard bristles.

I closed my eyes. They wouldn't stop. I started struggling when Cameron pushed me down like Nash, on the collarbone. He started kissing me, but I turned my head to look at Nash. He wouldn't open his eyes. Earning repeated slaps everywhere from the Jacks.

Cameron slapped my ass, as hard as he possibly could, that's hard, if you didn't know.

I screamed out in pain. Causing Cameron to slap me again. I whimpered and a look of satisfaction came from him.

He leaned down and started kissing me. Nash's eyes were being forced open, but I knew if he was looking at me in pain he would break. He was looking everywhere other then me.

Carter and Cameron finally stopped with the bristle thingie. Only for them to start vibrating my member. It felt even worse then the bristle brush. I arched my back in pain, so they set it on a higher setting. I screamed. Making Cameron slap me on the ass.

I held in the sounds of my agony. I know what your thinking. Great friendship, but we are all great friends. They only do this when they get angered. When they finally have up in defeat. They gave us clothes that we quickly put on.

After I had a pair of sweatpants, I ran towards the stairs with no shirt. I don't particularly like being down there. I look back and Nash is right behind me. I got to the stairs and I started slowly climbing them. It was embarrassing, I couldn't even climb the stairs. Nash picked me up and carried me all of the way to my room. He walked in, set me down and locked the door.

I fell onto the bed, hissing from the pain. I started whimpering.

"Nash, it hurts. Everywhere. I can't handle it. I need painkillers. Like, now." I said in a whisper.

He nodded, he got the message. He ran into my bathroom and came back out with our strongest painkillers and a glass of water. He took some and I took some.

No way in hell, was I going to let them do that again. Thank gosh, this is only temporary, until we fly to San Diego for the tour. We fly out tomorrow. I set aside a pair of sweatpants and dragged out my suitcase. I need to get out of this hell hole.

I packed everything, and I mean everything. Right in front of Nash. He supported me when I was in pain and couldn't walk all of the way from my suitcase from my dresser. He helped me pack and then we snuck across the hall it his rooms we packed all of his clothes. We dragged his suitcase to my room, so he could support me while I sleep or help me when I'm in pain.

He decided this himself. I brushed my teeth and crawled into my bed slowly to avoid as much pain as possible. I get in under the covers and was followed by Nash on the other side of the bed. I put my head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around me carefully so he didn't cause me any pain. He's so thoughtful. I love him.

I finally get to bed around 2 AM. Which wasn't smart because we all had to get up at 7. Needless to say, I woke up with barely any sleep and way too much pain. They say pain is worse the next day. Boy were they right. It was unbearable.