When Des Styles runs out of time to pay Louis back for his supply drugs, Louis is furious. So instead of going after Des, he goes after something, or someone, that belongs to him:
Harry Styles.
Who to Des, may or may not be more precious than his...
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Warnings: Rape, spanking, slut shaming.
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Niall didn't come back the rest of the night, much to Harry's relief. Harry fell asleep with his legs still taped up and his arms still cuffed, very aware of the tingling feeling of losing circulation in his limbs.
When he woke up the next morning, however, his arms and legs weren't tingling and they were no longer tied up. He was curled up, the feeling of heavy metal on his left ankle. The lights were on, but he could see a flash from behind his eyelids. As he sat up, a clicking noise became apparent and his face paled when he saw lens pointed at his naked body.
"W-What are yo—"
"Oh! I'm glad you're awake!" Niall exclaimed, walking over to the boy. Harry crawled away from him, trying to cover himself as best as he could. Niall frowned, setting the camera on the table. "Don't run away, I need to take some pictures to show, Louis," Harry let out a gasp as his eyes widen.
Was he insane? He's doing this and he willingly wanted to show Louis?
"Do you have a death wish?" Harry asked, his astonishment forcing him to blurt out his thoughts. His face paled as Niall frowned, his eyebrows furrowing together in anger.
"Why do you think you can speak so freely towards me?" Niall spat out, grabbing the chain that was attached to Harry's ankle and tugged him to the end of the bed. Harry winced in pain as the metal dug harshly into his skin, red marks appearing instantly. He grabbed Harry's arms and tied them together, not caring to avoid the welts he created yesterday that had the boy wincing in pain. Despite Harry's struggles to get away, Niall was able to maneuver him so he was bent over his lap.
"I need something else to piss him off, so endure as much as you can." Harry has no time to respond as Niall slapped his bum harshly, pain sending through his ass and spine. He was still hurting from yesterday.
"P-Please, stop—"
"C'mon, I barely did anything. For such a big guy, you sure do complain about pain a lot," Niall chuckled, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he landed another slap to Harry's bum. "Wow, you're already turning red. As soon as I saw you, I guessed that you bruise easily. Judging by this—" he lands another slap down on his flesh, licking his lips at how his ass jiggled, "—I guess I was right." Harry tried to turn and glare, but Niall forced his head back down harshly. Harry felt Niall lean away and then lean back so he was sitting upright. Harry was about to question him when he felt intense pain.
"W-What is that?" Harry panted out, still trying to wiggle away. He felt another slap, but this time more towards his thighs. He tried so hard to not let out any noise, knowing that this man got a sick satisfaction out of it, but he couldn't hold back the whimper that escaped his lips as another blow was delivered on the same spot.
