The Gang Leader's Tout-petit

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"Famous talk show host, Nicholas Grimshaw, whose career went downhill after his drug addiction went viral, found dead on 4th street alleyway."

Louis and his team members smirk at the television, reminiscing on their most recent crime.

"Reports say that the famous man's death is suspected to have been the works of the infamous gang leader , le dominant (the dominant one)."

Louis stands up abruptly without taking a second glance at his team members. "How the fuck would they suspect that? Je vous ai dit les idiots de ne laisser aucune trace (I told you idiots to leave no trace) ." Louis sighs and retraces his steps in his head quickly before looking up at the basement door. "le garcon (the boy)."

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Harry eventually falls asleep when he realizes how tired he's become from being stressed out. He also noticed that nobody was coming back to get him for a while. It was uncomfortable in the steel chair, especially considering his arm definitely needed medical attention.

He woke up though due to a loud clanging noise beneath his feet. He was startled and shook in his restrained position. He opened his eyes and saw a blurry vision of the man from before. One of the men named him as Louis.

"Food." The man says shortly, setting the tray in Harry's lap and standing in front of the boy expectantly.

"What?" The little one sighs, more than defeated from all his struggling.

"Eat." The older man smirks, knowing that Harry can't move.

"Can't eat without arms." The little boy mumbles.

Louis groans before walking behind the chair and untying the ropes that held Harry's arms in place. Harry immediately shrieks in pain that shoots up his arm.

"Ah-ah. F-fuc-" Harry cries hopelessly into his knees at the pain he suffers. His sobbing returns, but this time for a new reason.

There is suddenly a hand on his shoulder and he shrieks again, screaming no. "Please! Fuck- let go!" Suddenly the pain is more intense as the man squeezes his arm mercilessly.

"Listen to me petit garçon. You will not speak to me this way. I want to know how the media found out."

All that comes from Harry's mouth are helpless breaths of air. His sobs are trapped in his throat at the unbearable pain the man forces on him.

"I-I-I'm so-sorr- I-I don't kno-know-" Harry can't even bear speaking. There was no words for the physical pain he was experiencing.

Louis releases his shoulder and Harry screams. His shoulder felt limp, like his brain was protecting him from the undeniable pain that he surely could not stand consciously.

"It is broken." Louis states simply.

Harry internally screams 'no shit' at the top of his lungs. So loud in fact that a whimper even escapes his throat.

"You're going to need medical attention, Harry."

The way the little boy's name comes from the elder felt so raw and seductive. His accent put emphasize on the 'r's in Harry's name, making it all the more eccentric.

"H-how-"

"Oh chérie (sweetheart), you didn't think I would be stupid enough to smash your phone without downloading everything from your memory card did you? I had no idea you would think so low of me, amour (love)."

Harry can't bear to continue pointless conversation with this man. He was breathless from pain and felt as if he would pass out. His vision started to become blurry and his head dropped fast before everything became dark.

When Harry wakes up again, he wasn't cold or uncomfortable. It smelled of mint and cigarettes and for some odd reason, Harry couldn't get enough of it. Before the little boy had time to even recover from his sleep, there is a rough familiar voice surrounding the room

"You're awake." Louis says, glancing up from his phone quickly to look at the boy before returning his gaze. "You know, chérie (darling), you've got some very interesting pictures on here. Were they for someone special?"

Louis stands from his spot at an open-armed exquisite recliner seemingly to be made for someone important. He shows his phone to the little boy restrained to his bed.

Harry gasps at the picture of his own naked body wrapped in lace and rope laying seductively upon his own bed.

"You-you shouldn't be looking at those." Harry turns his head away from the man to avoid his shameful expressions.

"Maybe not, but I thought I told you that you do not tell me what to do. You wouldn't want me to punish you, now would you?" Louis asks in a fake sympathetic tone.

Harry's eyes bug out and he shakes furiously against the ties he is constricted to. "Pl-please no."

"Shame." Louis shrugs, swiping away at his own phone that clearly held Harry's phone memory. "You seem like a kinky one."

Louis shows Harry a photo of himself where he has red handprints across his ass and his back is arched as he looks into the camera.

"Vilain garçon (Naughty boy). I doubt your mother gave those to you hmm?" Louis approaches Harry. He is looking down at the picture while also looking at the little one's petite body.

Harry can't help but moan at the way Louis looks at him, as if he were to destroy him in the matter of seconds.

"L-Lou-" Harry moans.

There is a sudden sharp stinging pain across Harry's left thigh, right over his tattoo of a tiger.

"Oh no chérie (darling), seems you've used the wrong name. Try again." This time, Louis hastily removes a pocket knife. Harry can't help but squirm as the knife extracts and approaches his thigh where the man had just slapped him.

"Ah-ah! No please I'm sorry!" Harry cries, moving around unsteadily.

Louis says nothing but holds the little boy's hips to the bed. "Still before I hurt you."

Harry tries his best to calm his body but little shakes still manage to overcome him. The knife inches closer and closer before- as it seems in the blink of an eye- the sweatpants covering Harry's legs are torn open, but his skin is unharmed.

Harry didn't even notice that his skirt was gone, and now he realizes his previous shirt is too. He couldn't care to ask though. All he could care about is how Louis is now licking and sucking over the tiger tattoo as if it was a meal.

Quiet means escape Harry's lips and he bucks his hips up towards Louis' mouth.

"I believe I asked you to still, petit (little one). And you have yet to address me correctly. Almost as if you're begging for a punishment, yes?"

Louis doesn't wait for a response before moving down Harry's legs and towards his feet where Harry is tied to the bedpost. He removes one tie and circles Harry's ankle in his hands so that to release the tension built up. Harry's breathing catches in his throat as the stress leaves his body through his feet.

Louis had already removed the other tie and was now placing his hands on the boy's hips to flip his lower half over.

"When I speak to you, Harry, I expect you to address me as daddy. I bet you're familiar with the name, yeah?" Louis rubs up and down Harry's hips, inching himself closer and closer to the boy's pantie covered bum.

Harry is embarrassed that Louis has seen nearly every vulgur media in his phone. His secret album that he believed was hidden well.

"N-no." Harry whispers. He can't help the gasp that almost catches in his throat as Louis' hand connects with his backside.

"No more lying petit (little one), you're home now."

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